PL Fallin Photography

When The Lamp Is Shattered When the lamp is shattered, The light in the dust lies dead; When the cloud is scattered, The ra...

The Light-Keeper by Robert Louis Stevenson T he brilliant kernel of the night, The flaming lightroom circles me: I sit within a bla...

A Faery Song i{Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania,} i{in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.} WE who are old, old...

Georgia’s “Little Grand Canyon” is a result of massive gullies as deep as 150 feet caused simply by poor farming practices during the...

  During Thanksgiving Holidays, I took a hike at Providence Canyon.  White trail was 2 1/2 miles and circle around the canyon.  Leaves...

From Dewy Dreams From dewy dreams, my soul, arise, From love's deep slumber and from death, For lo! the treees are full of sighs...

The Fountain of Youth is a legendary spring that reputedly restores the youth of anyone who drinks of its waters. Tales of such a founta...

"What stories could these bridges tell If they could only talk? They'd tell us of the ones who rode And those who had to w...

  Some of the different types of grass in the marsh.  There is so much of it but no bugs bothered me! Many different shades of green...

  There is nothing unique about the appearance of this small butterfly except she was battled scarred and alone deep in the marsh.  Her...

  I really like how the Palm Tree curved its trunk to reach the sunrays from the swamp. How did the spanish explorers walk through this ...

Spanish moss covered the ground throughout the woods on Hominy Branch Trail.  It really looked like dirty cotton balls everywhere.  It ha...

Took a 3.5 mile hike down Hominy Branch Trail at Princess Place Preserve. I walked on bridges that crossed over a swamp until reaching...

“From the dim regions beyond the mountains at the upper end of our encircled domain, there crept out a narrow and deep river, brigh...

"We catched fish and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down the...

      Red River Valley From this valley they say you are going. We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile, For they say ...

All Day I hear the Noise of Waters All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is when, going Forth alone, He h...

The animal characters Walt Kelly created for his classic newspaper comic strip Pogo were known for their seemingly simplistic,...

We took a trip to Faver Dykes during Octoberfest. The camp ground was full and people were crowding the parks.  I don't know where...

Walking the trail at Princess Preserve Park, the hardwood trees were shedding their leaves.  The red leaves against the backdrop of a ...

Hurricane Sandy was a monstrous large force of nature covering 7 states with heavy rain, storms, 80-90 MPH winds as well as flooding.  A ...

Oyster mushrooms growing on a decaying tree in Princess Preserve Park.  Oyster mushrooms grow throughout North America. If it rains enou...

The Little Girl Lost By William Blake from 'Songs of Experience' In futurity I prophesy That the earth from sleep (Grave...

Dinah in Heaven By Rudyard Kipling 1932 She did not know that she was dead,   But, when the pang was o'er, Sat down to wait her...

Moonlight Through My Window Moonlight shining through my window pane, Awaken me from slumber; Shinning my room so bright With ...

The Arms of an Angel The arms of an angel, A vision of light, You brighten my world Throughout the darkness of night. Your stretch...

The Water Nymphs by Ellis Parker Butler They hide in the brook when I seek to draw nearer, Laughing amain when I feign to de...

You Look at Things You look at things Through his eyes. He looks at things Through yours, An orange-breasted Robin, A dark blue sk...

Its red bloom resembles a tasty pineapple. With its spectacular color and exotic look.  We have a dozen blooming in the front yard. Bromel...

  Lift Not The Painted Veil Which Those Who Live by Percy Bysshe Shelley  Lift not the painted veil which those who live Call Life...

The Day is Done  by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807-1882   The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of ...

   Wind On The Hill by A.A. Milne No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It's ...