This photo reminds me of a passage from my story "Donna Swift":
"Carl stood up and walked behind the podium, to stand in front of the photograph of the urban landscape. It was haunting, beautifully composed, the light and shadows playing on the half-decayed signs and on the stained and graffitied walls, evoking a desperate, yet utterly human mood. It was the kind of photograph he wished he had taken, and hoped that he might take someday. It took his breath away."
Thanks for sharing, Jen!
This photo reminds me of a passage from my story "Donna Swift":
"Carl stood up and walked behind the podium, to stand in front of the photograph of the urban landscape. It was haunting, beautifully composed, the light and shadows playing on the half-decayed signs and on the stained and graffitied walls, evoking a desperate, yet utterly human mood. It was the kind of photograph he wished he had taken, and hoped that he might take someday. It took his breath away."
Wow - thanks for posting this. Perfect!! & I'll share this with my dad. He has an artist's eye.
YVW. Here's a link to the whole story:
https://thescriblerus.com/2018/12/09/donna-swift-charles-odonnell/
Thanks!!!
What a trip, what a gift! These intentions of yours lead to magic, Jen.
This is a sweet take on a challenging few days. Even if beauty isn’t immediately appreciated, if it comes slowly, it’s still a gift.
And how lucky is your father to have gotten the gift of you, your husband and of course the dogs. AMK
💖💖💖Thank you!