“Leave no black plume as a token of the lie thy soul hath spoken.” — The Raven, Edgar Alan Poe

One of the things that I love about being a writer and a photographer — artist — is that you hone your skill of seeing. Throughout my last trip, and even when I came home, ravens (crows here in Missouri) have been a constant presence for me. Or warning.

Every raven I see seems to whisper to me, softly inviting me into their obsidian world of truth and lies. It is a journey I am not sure I want to take. It is a journey I can not resist to take.

Lies masquerading as truth are a theme in my life. From childhood, though adulthood and very much so in the past few months. I have entertained them, courted them, denied them, begged for them, held them close and pushed them away.

It will be interesting to see where the journey takes me as I follow the ravens …  I promise, I will invite you along if you dare to follow.