crimson dreams fade
under the gaze of gaunt november.
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- train geometry
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- live long and prosper
- thirty-eight years ago we tied the knot...
- giving thanks
- can you guess
- it would be so fine to see your face at my door
- now, look...
- school dance
- the view from my attic
- the sky was casting cloud seeds
- shadow and light
- never the same from moment to moment
- indian summer
- things that are orange...
- tree stump
- stone
- if clouds could speak
- organ street
- was cave art an ancient form of graffiti?
- november ditty
- monochrome monday: the loading dock
- S.I.T. for greensboro daily photo
- the ledges
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- the empty white chair
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20 comments:
Yes I can see the chair
so alone ...... ;)
(He is waiting for spring .....
"me to" its so cold here now :(
Some may fade, but others still linger on...
Crimson and green are the best to turn the white into an other special color.
It's going to be awhile till the chair is no longer lonely.
beautiful.....
have a great day Brattcat!
Is that a rack for hanging clothes outside to dry? If they also have a clothes dryer, that willalso be as lonely as the chair until spring.
Poor chair
Sitting there
Amongst the trees
Now so bare.
And in the cold
It's looking old
Please, oh please
Sit in the chair.
Have a nice autumn day, Brattcat!
Well done.
"But the gap has the value and it's equal full. One way to get is not looking for;
a way to have is to not only ask and believe that silence ;
I believe in me is the answer to my ... my mystery."
(Clarice Lispector , she is a Brazilian writer, born in the Ukraine).
Wonderful post dear Brattcat, you always make me feeling good.
Last night I was remmembering about those sugaring series, it was so informative and interesting!
God bless you
Léia
Lovely and stark. The summery white chair looks so sad.
"gaunt November" - lovely.
That is an olden days washing line, yes. Although the lines may be missing the memories linger on.
What is different, to me, about this house is that the pasture comes right up to the walls: no softening bushes or domestic garden. Is that a wood stack I see on the extreme RHS?
A nice view from the chair...
Yes, they have faded but are still beautiful in your photo.
Yes, Julie, that is the wood pile. Well observed.
I like the colors and composition of this photo. It almost looks like a piece of art.
A reminder of warm, sunny days - patiently waiting for their return.
Sunny :)
Nice and peaceful shot !! Thanks for sharing..Unseen Rajasthan
I like that chair under the tree, a touch of white in an image full of colors. And a symbol of sort...
Hello again dear friend,
Referring to our post ( as you asked), for me the perception of time and space that we have today may be different for others, where perhaps thousands of years not just pass a snap!
Frankly, I think it still have disturbed energy there.
Léia
It's amazing how the white colour can be so eye-catching there! Just beautiful!
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