A Lonely Thing, A Secret- The Tin Stories

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Maybe, on a long enough time line, given eternity and whatever comes before and beyond, a secret is as inconsequential as the way light falls on a sidewalk.  

But in this timeframe, a humans lifespan of a timeline, they can be as monumental as a shovel breaking virgin ground and as devastating as a gunshot. An empire can be built over ages on their webbed foundations, while an institution could be torn down by one in just the flash of a camera. A love to span time, blindsided by a single sentence not uttered, or a friendship torn to shreds given just one single glimpse of something hidden. So… we learned how to hide them, stitch them up inside walls of doubt, and shelter them behind easy, practiced smiles. We buried them in the dirt out back or placed them out like trophies on the mantle, in plain sight but so very well hidden. Some worn against hot skin around their necks, others inked them into their flesh, like wards against the past they swore they would not meet again.

Because the thing about secrets, simple put and easily quantified, is that they can shape our lives and worlds if we let them. They are past and future, present and forever, only given how we choose to hide them. 


Part of a series i’m working on, as a way to stretch out those creative writing tendrils a bit. This is the previous (and first) post in the series.

Tell Your Future- The Tin Stories

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Perhaps it was found underneath a pile of dusty, spiderweb covered quilts, or shoved behind a pile of outdated encyclopedias. A simple and small thing to misplace and leave behind…. or maybe something purposely hidden away, to never think of again. Delicate, ornately covered fingers uncovering and dusted off to peek a look inside. Perhaps stubby young hands grabbed without notice, shoved in a pocket for a later look. And the question itches at the mind, does it itself, tell your future…?

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Could be it was a gift, from some half-stranger right around the time the sun was setting on the third day in the last week of that 11th month. Or a whimsical purchase from a used trinkets store, it glinted in the reflected sunlight of old mirrors and the want tugged at some memory long buried. Something slightly borrowed from a beloved aunt or taken from a distant and never-seen relative. Were you asked to take a glimpse at the events to come and fold it up, hide it inside, to forget only to remember on another distant day?

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It could have been as easy as being handed a small card from inside, any card, pick one, and tell me a story. Amid breathing in cold and wild blue winter air or burning the smell of a summer ending in willing lungs while the sky slowly lit up with stars. Your future is only a single option from a list of many to be told, easily and fairly exchanged for a thrill at the unknown. 

Tell Your Future,  



Part of a new series i’m working on, a way to stretch out those creative writing tendrils a bit. For anyone curious, I listed to the Carnivàle soundtrack on repeat while I came up with the idea for the tin and the words following. Creepy and lovely, with just a hint of disturbing. Highly recommended songs : Black Blizzard, Justin Calls Iris, Rita Sue and Jonesy, Babylon and of course the Main Title Theme. 

Where This Will Take Us- Trinidad, Colorado (the last part)

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               So you got in my veins and I never invited you inside. 

Trinidad, Colorado is important for many upon many of reason. For about 9,000 it’s home, for others it’s that first real stop before heading deeper into Colorado’s mountains, and for me it was the re-awakening of exploration. After coming back home from my May trip ( covered to exhaustion here ) I was a bit bone tired of adventure. Wanderlust had taken a backseat to figuring out my life and getting stuff together in some kind of semblance of adulthood. Friendships had begun to strain and show cracks in the face of my terrible time management skills and basically, the idea of travel and more importantly, the joy of exploring, was buried under 10 feet of reality.

For people who don’t live wanderlust 24/7, who don’t hold jobs where their love of exploration quakes the land, where the thought of waking up and going off to seek adventure is more an idle fantasy than a solid reality, losing the part of yourself that seeks discovery can be a loss that isn’t noticed till it’s too late. I’ll be the first to say, that at least for this part of my life, i’m not ready to hit the road and live a life of nonstop travel.  I love my couch, my local Chipotle, the way my laptop connects to the wifi automatically at home, and the fact that after a particularly grueling day at work I can climb into my empty bathtub in my pjs and just scroll endlessly on Tumblr without feeling like i’m wasting precious time. So, endless travel is not in the cards for me.

(Not yet. Maybe. I mean, we’ll see? Ahem.. anyways…) 

The goal behind going to Colorado was to see mountains, to climb mountains, to breathe in the mountain air and basically did I mention mountains? But making the decision to explore this town, instead of just gassing up before heading towards our destination, it was the first step towards getting my curiosity back, my love for exploring and discovering and just always taking that side road to nowhere in particular. After we came back from the trip, even with my hard-drive crumbling under the weight of all the photos I had taken, I set out to keep exploring, even if there are no mountains to see here in Texas. I’ve taken to exploring the farmroads that lead to battered and windswept barns, finding the beauty in crumbling brick buildings that occupy towns hard to find on the map, and taking in the expansive beauty that a Texas skyline can provide at sunset.

I might not be a great photographer, but I think i’m learning to show what I see and how I see it in the way I can focus my lens.