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
winter
A little dusty place
He took a last look at the now empty apartment: between those walls he and his companion had spent some very happy hours, but also known doubts, and even fear. Times were changing, now was the right time to go home, to retrace their steps. Looking for his lost dream had been the goal, and … Continue reading A little dusty place
Chill #writephoto
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?
Fallen leaves
This year it may have arrived late, but now, it is here. The time of the year when shadows play tricks, shallow shapes appear, as if conjured up by a malicious genie, and then disappear, erased. This lovely vision may not be real, those blond hair, flying in the light wind, are not what they … Continue reading Fallen leaves
Frozen #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt "I know where we are, we walked this path many times. Was it yesterday? It was summer still, and yet you see: today the ground is hard frozen, how can this be? " "My love, you are confused. We've travelled a long time, this place is not that you recognise, we … Continue reading Frozen #writephoto
Snowfall #writephoto
Snowfall "Don't get too close!" "What do you mean? Do you think I could wake him up? It's a rock, just a big 'un! Relax!" The snow continues falling, nothing moves, bar the flakes in the light wind. I know it's not a rock, I know what's there, and I don't want to risk … Continue reading Snowfall #writephoto
In the Pale Light of Winter #fivewords
Weekly Writing Prompt #175 charcoal, shade, pale, wake, lucid The rain fell, almost silent, but she could hear the little stream, outside, through the open window. She called the instant the lucid wake: those minutes before the first signs of the pale dawn. Then, everything is clear, the events of the past days in sharp … Continue reading In the Pale Light of Winter #fivewords
Cet autre moi… #fivewords
Weekly Writing Challenge #173 tremble - hit - desire - alter - depth The fragile leaf trembles in the cold winds, its desire for warmth altered to fear in the depth of winter, soon the cruel ice will hit its feeble skin... Image source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/1198169
Onward #writephoto
Onward We stop at the top of the small hill, and look down at the road meandering away from us. The bikes lie on the short grass, next to tall poles that remind us that, here, the snow can erase everything, and level the landscape, but we are too early for it. The air … Continue reading Onward #writephoto
Untrodden #writephoto
The world is born anew. The air is clean, the path is untrodden. The sky is empty. There is no sound, no cloud. There is nothing. Is this the end? Untrodden
Of Glass & Paper 