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  \ Abandoned Carrie Keiser The old house has sat in this field for so many years now and seen countless seasons come and go, the sun beating down and weathering the boards. One day a woman climbs out of a truck and treks across the field, kneels down and clicks away, moving a little to the left and the to the right, walking around changing the angle of the camera trying to capture the different facets of the old tired building. A gentle breeze blows through the open windows and doors, caressing the old boards and waking the spirit of the home. There’s a slight creek and if you listen carefully you can hear the old house waking up calling out to the photographer. She pauses and looks around as if she can hear the stories flowing out the door onto the porch to rush across the prairie toward her. Like a flash out of the corner of her eye, something just out of sight.   The woman sits down, leans back against the old house and closes her eyes for just a moment, trying to catch the memori

  A Cool Breeze Blew off the Irish Sea and….. Carrie Keiser A cool breeze blew off the Irish Sea and Bridget closed her eyes, she was transported back in time to a day three years ago when she stood in this very spot on Ballinesker Beach. Bridget stood, eyes closed, breathing in the salty air and reliving the moment. In her mind, she could hear the weaves crashing and the children playing nearby, feel the warm sun counteracting the early fall wind. A smile slowly spread across her face and she sank down into the warm sand.  Bridget was back in that one perfect moment with her family. The moment when all the world was right and it seemed that nothing would ever change. She had come here today to center herself, draw those memories to the forefront of her mind and ponder on how quickly things can change.   It started out as an ordinary day at the beach the last before the return to school and work and before the cool of fall/winter set in, one last vacation. The trip to Ballinesker Beach