They appear overnight, out of nowhere, but still look as if they have been there for an eternity, indestructible, at the same time alien-looking and so familiar. Are they ghosts from a distant past, when no human being roamed the earth, or are they a reflection from the future, when once again we have disappeared … Continue reading Mushrooms #writephoto
Recently I have indulged in some fantasy. This is the story of a man who appears to live in two very different places, with the same companion. He sensed she’d moved out of the room and must be in the kitchen, making coffee, as every morning. Here, in the city near the sea, their … Continue reading A tale of two worlds
Sunday’s Mini Saga Challenge #6 There are many worlds, but only a few we can see, and hold, as it were, like air balloons, in one hand. But we also see so many stars, through the night, beyond the clouds. So we wonder: why are we here, and are we alone? Such a beautiful mystery...
Thursday writing prompt This is where we started, in these shallow waters, that erased our steps: the slippery seaweeds, the smooth rocks, where we dreamed of another shore, by the violet sea, hidden by parsecs of space, on the planet of the five stars. We saw the small waves, at the feet of the … Continue reading Causeway #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt I listen to the sound of the cascade, and to the birds and other creatures, deep in the woods. Time flows, as if diluted in the icy waters of the stream. Is it an illusion? Or the harsh reality of our impermanence? Will I remember this instant, on the other side, … Continue reading Cascade #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
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 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 Is it our light? The light from our Sun? So much is frozen, will it ever thaw? And then, will we have to build an Arch?