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This is what happens when you encourage me ~ lol. I worked on the cover design a little more to add the bridge in the background. I apologize for the double posting but I loved the second one so much more. In the story emerging from this photograph, the bridge plays a pivotal part in connecting the lives of Emily and Braeden ...

January in West Virginia was grey, cold and limitless with opportunity for mischief. Emily Shawver wasn't a person to go looking for trouble. She had turned sixteen last year and still had not gotten her learners permit. On the other hand, Braeden Rathbone was tall, handsome and reckless, everything she found herself unexplainably unable to resist. He was a dark, magnetic force from which she could not endure separation. Were it not for his tireless efforts to lure her to the other side, she may have been able to resist. She had never considered the thought of crossing that bridge before he arrived to town. After all, most folks in Williamstown knew better, at least the local ones.
~ there will be more on the blog soon.

~ I've been writing again. When looking at a photograph, I get lost in the story it tells. I just can't stay away from the creative doors through which I pass because of photography. I hope your Sunday is a blessed one, my flickr friends. I am off to visit your streams and enjoy the creative places that your photography has taken you. xoxo

www.frameoffaithphotography.blogspot.com

January in West Virginia was grey, cold and limitless with opportunity for mischief. Emily Shawver wasn't a person to go looking for trouble. She had turned sixteen last year and still had not gotten her learners permit. On the other hand, Braeden Rathbone was tall, handsome and reckless, everything she found herself unexplainably unable to resist. He was a dark, magnetic force from which she could not endure separation. Were it not for his tireless efforts to lure her to the other side, she may have been able to resist. She had never considered the thought of crossing that bridge before he arrived to town. After all, most folks in Williamstown knew better, at least the local ones.
~ there will be more on the blog soon.

~ I've been writing again. When looking at a photograph, I get lost in the story it tells. I just can't stay away from the creative doors through which I pass because of photography. I hope your Sunday is a blessed one, my flickr friends. I am off to visit your streams and enjoy the creative places that your photography has taken you. xoxo

www.frameoffaithphotography.blogspot.com

Hang on for the weekend ~ ready or not here it comes!

The air was crisp, the kind that left your skin feeling the crawl of spiders and your teeth rattling like broken bones. With the wind blowing a dusty, freezing powder of ice over everything including the river, she was still considering taking the chance. The tree branches were attempting to warn her with their cracking bark and twisting limbs. Should she cross to the other side? It was dangerous, that much she knew. But if she didn't go to him would he ever come back for her?

Thank you Kim Klassen for the simplicity texture.