Dana Crandell
Bio
Dad, Stedpad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist and Tech/Internet nerd. Content writer by trade. Vocal Creator by choice.
Stories (169/0)
Playtime in the Pines: Chapter 3
“Wake, children!” called the powerful, feminine voice. “You have rested long enough.” Carol marveled at the golden glow that surrounded her as her eyes slowly focused. Slowly, she realized she felt utterly refreshed, albeit a bit too warm. What she didn't immediately understand was why. As her sleepy vision cleared, she found herself surrounded by her equally bewildered friends, each clad in a snow suit, as was she. That explained the warmth, at least.
By Dana Crandellabout a month ago in Fiction
- Top Story - March 2024
Being HumanTop Story - March 2024
Wandering this world, we brashly claim ownership. We give and take, create and destroy, harmonize and clash, carving our names into history's flesh. Poking and prodding, we pry at the very fabric of our existence in our thirst for knowledge - as we reach for new worlds among the stars.
By Dana Crandellabout a month ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in The Dragon Beside Me Challenge
She Carries the FireRunner-Up in The Dragon Beside Me Challenge
Please ignore the gangly geek in the photo. I almost chose a different picture with only that beautiful lady on the right, holding the graduation and honors certificates presented to her that day. Instead, I decided to embrace the fact that she insisted on sharing the stage with her awkward little brother. The family resemblance is strong, but even in this innocent snapshot from simpler times, her grace and strength shine through. Mine? Let's not go there.
By Dana Crandell2 months ago in Families
- Top Story - February 2024
Bringin' Home the Grub
I captured the photo at the top of this story in 2016. It's one of my favorite bird photos, for several reasons, starting with the fact that it was taken in my back yard. I mean that literally, not figuratively. Another reason was that it required no blind or stalking. It's a portrait of a friend.
By Dana Crandell2 months ago in Earth
Playtime in the Pines
The entire Paradise in the Pines community had gathered at the huge, central meadow to take advantage of the unprecedented, but welcome, 30 inches of fresh snow that had fallen overnight. The clear, crisp air rang with the laughter of children and adults, interspersed with excited barking.
By Dana Crandell2 months ago in Fiction