(This photo was take by me in Dry Tortugas National Park, July 2005)


Along the shore I walked, sinking and rising in momentary quick sands of ocean and grain. Not a sound was heard but rhythmic movement, just water rushed by the eternal tide. This magic place where gulls and fish and shells and land, find clouds and sky, meeting time and light.

I began to wonder how far I had come and how much more should I go. My footprints vanish behind me leaving no trace that I had passed. So should I go on forever and try to make them last? How will anyone ever know I was here? How will I know I was here when the ocean steadfastly scrubs away the past. I ponder these questions while settling in the sand, finding no journey as long as mine now. I have no trace of prints of future or past. While I sit and vanish I realize I had already been gone and this life was just that with no trace in the sand.

Rosey's Writings, Photos, and Influences

I wanted to start this blog to share some of my writing and some of my favorite photos from my life that I have taken or that people in my family have taken. I started writing when I was pretty young. It's always been a past time of mine. One of the first stories I wrote was to get into a private school in 6th grade. I had to write an essay to be considered for a spot in Highlands Day School, which I did attend. Mostly however my writing is for me only. I did most of my writing in High School and College. I have not shared it with anyone besides family or close friends. It tends to be pretty reflective of the way I'm feeling at the time. I spend a lot of time in High School and College being pretty lonely, even though I was surrounded by people and involved in many activities. I still did a lot of self reflection and searching. My writing is usually the end result of that.

Mostly I've written about Spirituality and Nature. Those seem to be two common themes in my life that I always somehow stay connected to no matter what. Growing up my Dad would send me books on different types of spiritual interests he was pursuing. From the age of 10 I had books available on Native American spirituality, Buddhism, Edgar Cayce, and Brian Weiss among others. It gave me a window on the world, that there were all manner of beliefs and a much bigger more interesting world out there than what it just right in front of me. I had a deep need to understand why things happen in this world, what purpose we serve on a grand scale, and the deepest questions of where we came from. I still am fascinated with all of these questions and I know that they will probably never be answered completely but I feel like I have found some answers for myself that I was searching for. Those answers may be meaningful to me and to no one else, I am fully aware of that fact, and that is perhaps why I have not shared my writings until now. My writing is part of a self-search and really not meant to influence others in one way or another. I search in my writing to express myself with out holding back. If there's pain there, then it comes out, if there is reverence, or wonder, or beauty, I'd like for that to come out too.

To me, writing is very similar to photography or paintings. Both have the ability to touch us very instantly and deeply and remind us of the creative abilities we posses and the immense amount of beauty there is in the world and in ourselves. Sometimes when I write I see pictures or imagine various scenes that I am describing. I spent a lot of time at the beach growing up and so when I write I like to use imagery that, when I read it, makes me feel like I can feel the sand under my feet again.

I really love photos, I guess it's in my blood. My Dad is a black and white landscape photographer and has been for 30 years now. It is really his passion in life. I am fortunate to have many very wonderful black and white photos that he has taken over the years. I hope to be able to share them as well as some photos that I have taken that are some of my favorites. I'm really glad to be able to share them along with my writing. I hope to someday publish a book of writing and photos, perhaps one like "Windows to the Light" that my Dad has some of his photos published in.