Ice contains no future, just the past, sealed away.Haruki Murakami Last time we walked near the lake was in Autumn. Then, we watched a kingfisher, bright flash of colours, in the silence of the woods. Today there is no colour, the ice is deep, we only hear the sound of the wind through the naked … Continue reading #WRITEPHOTO – THE FROZEN LAKE
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Lake #writephoto
weekly #writephoto They were back, after all that time, back in the forests they loved, and by the lake. There was no noise, part from the low howling of the eastern wind in the trees, and from time to time the sound of water droplets from where a fish, or its ghost, came to the … Continue reading Lake #writephoto
Glass #writephoto
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
Castle #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt This is your place, your home, far away, inaccessible. The lake is deep, a secret within many secrets. History has passed this castle by, and you, live on. In those dark waters, perhaps, lies a clue. But I will never know. I cannot see you, except in one of those winter … Continue reading Castle #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
The Tree, and the Island #fivewords
Weekly Writing Challenge #148 There you stand, the only one of your kind left, Feet wet, maybe, but your crown dried out - as if your part was to play, the dead tree on the island; a sad note on the emerald lake. Photo: tree trunk on Liepnitzersee Insel, ©2018 Honoré Dupuis
Dark #writephoto
Dark Perhaps it was how it had to be: The landscape reflected his soul, deep in sorrow, For mourning was now the only feeling left... Yet, through the clouds, A sun ray could be seen, Reflected in the calm water of the lake. He thought how deep that water was, Time would tell if … Continue reading Dark #writephoto
Of Glass & Paper 