Words and photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Darkness comes early
The sun struggles to break through
Obscured by sea clouds
Writer, Photographer
Words and photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Darkness comes early
The sun struggles to break through
Obscured by sea clouds
Words and photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Wind and sand create waves
erasing the footprints we leave
and the castles we build with our lives.
Only memories remain
until they, too…vanish.
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
A faded memory from a box of old photos. 1973. From the roof of our hotel.
The next day we sailed from New York Harbor aboard an Italian oceanliner bound for Cannes.
We returned to NYC the next year.
The Twin Towers were still there. We thought they always would be.
How foolish.
Words and photo by S.W. Cosgrove
When we go to the western edge,
my dog Jack and me
We walk the tide line for miles
of only sky, sand and sea
Our footprints will soon be erased
As in time will we
Words and image by S.W. Cosgrove
Slept with my Window open
Dreamed of The Wind
Blowing White Snow
Through the Woods