Inspired by KL Caley's prompt I thought I knew the place, the calm water, the sky, the well-maintained banks. Today no sound of a heavy barge to trouble the silence: but there, the solid reality of the bridge, and no human in sight. How could I have missed it before? Walking along this path it … Continue reading Bridge #Writephoto
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Painted #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt He painted on the large canvasses we now see in the Orangery Museum. A quiet man, who took the time to look at the light, the pale greens, the tender colours of the young plants. His garden is a spot for dreaming, thinking back to a time of peace. And then … Continue reading Painted #writephoto
Together #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt We walk this path, distant but together, like shadows: our steps leave no mark on the wet sand, no-one is there to notice our shimmering shapes. Silent we drink the light, our ethereal bodies need no other food; once, we were flesh and blood, perhaps, or is that a dream too? … Continue reading Together #writephoto
Tranquil #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt "What am I for you?" I heard the question, almost a whisper, but I thought I was alone. I knew this corner of the lake well, a favourite for poets and lovers in the summer. I looked around, quietness and tranquillity, the surface of the water reflected the foliage... "I know … Continue reading Tranquil #writephoto
Beneath #writephoto
Beneath The ancient oak ponders unfathomable tales; near the bank, the shallow water reflects the evening sky. A little further the small stones shine, enticing: come to us, stranger, we are worth more than gold... Soon the sun will sink, behind the hills. You observe, immobile, waiting. Your steed, warped in your Lord's colours, … Continue reading Beneath #writephoto
Crossing #writephoto
Crossing The shallow, clear water runs lazily between the rocks, and the little islands of green life. Oft we crossed the old bridge, On our many walks, through this blessed land, Observing, and being observed, by creatures far more ancient, and wiser, than us. Oft, we looked at our reflections in the mirror below. … Continue reading Crossing #writephoto
Splash #writephoto
Splash We loved the sound of the big stone falling into the clear water, we loved the endless ripples, afterwards, in the little pool. The light reflected on the sharp green ferns, the fresh grass, as the whole nature spelt: Spring! We were young, we got wet, we looked at our reflections, as if … Continue reading Splash #writephoto
Neophyte #thedailypost
Neophyte The streets are empty, and rain starts falling. Some windows are lit, high up the tall buildings. Fallen leaves fly in the wind. Slowly he begins to hear the voices of the city. He has so much to learn: the geography of those unknown spaces, where the wall once stood, the secret boundaries, what … Continue reading Neophyte #thedailypost
Eye #writephoto
Eye I know I stopped near the river, and I waited. I waited for you, as I admired the bridge, and its reflection, slowly captivated by the ripples on the surface of the water. When did I arrive here? How long ago was it? I only know that the colours of the leaves changed … Continue reading Eye #writephoto
Green #writephoto
Inspired by Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo prompt She filled her lungs with the fresh, pure air of the forest. At her feet the little stream flowed, silent, mirroring the foliage of the trees and the clear sky. The entrances of the tunnels were surrounded by lush vegetation. Her feet were in the water, a delightful feeling, … Continue reading Green #writephoto
Of Glass & Paper 