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Tag Archives: memories
Remembering
My mother was not quite seventeen when I was born. She and my father, just three years her senior, had married early as he had joined the army. They were still living close to home when I first came into … Continue reading
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Tagged casualties, childhood, effects of war, memories, peace, poppies, remembrance day, soldiers, war
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Warmth #midnighthaiku
* Memories captured Warmth on a cold autumn day Timeless adventures *
Frozen ~ Sisyphus #writephoto
“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 … Continue reading
Journey ~ Sisyphus #writephoto
“Insane”, did you say? Yes, I agree, who wants to wander, alone, half naked, in this desolate landscape, other than a madman? But I am on a journey, probably a long journey. “Where are you going?” could you ask, but … Continue reading
Posted in photo prompt, Photography
Tagged insects, Life, memories, planet, writephoto
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From Stone Chamber ~ Fleur McMorrow #writephoto
~♥~ From this stone chamber I watch seasons circle ’round Ageing eyes blur view Heart’s vision grasps so much more Yesterday is framed to please… Summer’s longest day Brimming with youthful ardor Fantastical hopes Continue reading at Word-Whelmed Woman
Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry
Tagged alone, ancient stones, echoes, loss, love and longing, memories, nostalgia, solitary, soul's mandolin, Thursday photo prompt-Sue Vincent
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Destination ~ Sisyphus #writephoto
You are now so close: and you know I am waiting. The certainty to find me, at the end of this road, your destination. You know, all that time I have been waiting, since the day, that day, when you … Continue reading
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Tagged characters, Life, love, memories, writephoto
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Colouring the world
One from the archives while I’m making way home… I don’t often write about the painting. To be fair, these days, I don’t do it often… and definitely not often enough. There is something entirely sensual about the smell of … Continue reading
Posted in Art, family, imagination
Tagged learning from teaching, Life, memories, painting, sculpture
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Transition ~ Sisyphus #writephoto
I know, you’re hesitating. For good reasons. It looks familiar, the small neat garden, the lavender, the path that leads to the ancient door… Yet, there is something different, or has something changed? You look at the old stones, at … Continue reading