Photo by Irina Iriser on Pexels.com After Winter, Spring will come. Remember: our ancestors knew of far worse times, starvation, wars, plague - the real one - when darkness came over the world. They resisted, often silent, always with hope in their heart. Don't lose hope: the seeds are there, there will be Spring, goodwill, … Continue reading Widerstand
Thursday photo prompt "It was written: now they are coming..." Her voice was calm, and her friend understood she was merely stating a fact. She too had thought of the omen in the last nights, as they both laid, enlaced, on the soft land, under the moon. They looked at each other, in silence. … Continue reading Clouded #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt You see, after all it is coming, as you said it would. All we have to do now is wait. The land is dry. We will wait for the rain, we will wait for more. Then the deluge will come, as you said, once darkness has arrived. As you said.
Thursday photo prompt "Those stones don't belong to our time, they exist here only in our minds..." I hear the words, I see the mist, I wish I could go back. "You don't need to, just wait for this veil to be lifted in the sunshine, then you will see, the true spirits dancing, … Continue reading Dance #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt Subdued, we wonder: is this a new dawn, the beginning of our futures? Or is it merely our memory, our longing, for how beautiful it was, long ago, Before we arrived...
Thursday photo prompt We will live another sunset, another night, another dawn. The world is old, but we are still young, and we are learning, to deserve this world, to protect our children, to fight greed and its evils. The beauty around us will teach us respect, for Earth and her Creator. At long … Continue reading Lambent
Thursday photo prompt So wild the sound, so fast the torrent, does she live here, hidden from us, the beautiful fairy, guardian of the waterfall.
Thursday photo prompt They stand, silent, immobile, or so it seems. It looks as if time never flows, as if, for them, there is no beginning, and no end. But there is. Their role is to bear witness. So they listen, observe, remember. One day, perhaps far into our future, even past us, even … Continue reading Presence #writephoto
For a short instant the ruins will remain, soon to disappear under Nature's grip. So will go the traces of an obnoxious species. Image source
Thursday photo prompt "When was this photo taken?" "Sir, we cannot be certain, it was transmitted just before the station was destroyed, that is, before the start of the eruption. As one can see, there is no trace of dust or smoke." "And what do our satellites see?" "Nothing, Sir, just dust, surrounding the … Continue reading Glass #writephoto