In My Dreams You Always Smile

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

 Copyright –  Sarah Potter

I left the memory of us in the top left drawer of our old desk.  It seemed like a too heavy burden to carry, so I left it all in Mom’s winter garden.

Years gone by and still I dream of us. With hugs and kisses you blew away all my childish pains and worries, even when your oxygen tank became too heavy to drag around.

The old desk is gone. Along with the winter garden and you. The improvidence of childhood is replaced with the ever present sorrow of old age. But I hold tight to our memory.

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Ahoy Snaily!

Nothing special here, just another close encounter on my morning wanderings. Thankfully, the snail is very slow by nature, which allowed me to come close. Interesting thing is that I just noticed one of its upper tentacles is half missing., meaning we have a one-eyed snail here! Poor thing, who knows what kind of adventure resulted in that.

As always, hop to Leanne Cole’s blog Leanne Cole PHOTOGRAPHY, where every Wednesday she hosts The Monochrome Madness Challenge, with many excellent images.

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My May

My Instagram in May offered something different. I traveled to Belgium, so I posted few images from Brugge and Mouscron. I just wish I had enough time to visit Antwerp, because the parts of Belgium I saw were truly beautiful.

After my vacation, I was back on the familiar turf. My riverbank was patiently waiting for me.

Just few images of my best models, flowers never fail me. And we got new staircase, courtesy of our old/new mayor. Elections should be every month, politicians only do things while on their campaign trail.

Berta was also on a vacations, hence only this one image.

As always, you can find me under the nick snowlocked. I would love if we could connect on Instagram, too.

Ablaze

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

 Copyright –   Karuna

We were children of summer, careless and scorching, just like mid-July breeze. In our world lines were meant to be crossed and rules were made to be ignored.

“Will you come back?” Alain, with his usual boldness asked, while you just sat there and watched the ocean. It surprised  me how effortlessly I enjoyed your naked bodies, but how impossibly hard it became to look into your eyes.

Without a word, you ran into the water and we followed you for our last dive, three souls lost in an ocean of love.

And then the world pulled us apart.

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Repetition

This is my first post in this new Monochrome Madness year. What an amazing thing, a fourth year of continuum and still going strong. Even when I step away from my blogging, this challenge draws me back.

For this week, the theme is repetition. So I decided to repeat the image from 2015. I was visiting Prague and this image of Charles Bridge is my favorite from that trip.

Its construction started in 1357 under the auspices of King Charles IV, and finished in the beginning of the 15th century. The bridge replaced the old Judith Bridge that had been badly damaged by a flood in 1342. This new bridge was originally called the Stone Bridge (Kamenný most) or the Prague Bridge (Pražský most) but has been the “Charles Bridge” since 1870. As the only means of crossing the river Vltava until 1841, the Charles Bridge was the most important connection between Prague Castle and the city’s Old Town and adjacent areas.

I took this image with the 70-300mm lens, from a considerable distance, without a tripod. It was a challenge to keep a steady hand, but I had some breathing lessons, so that helped a lot.

The editing was fairly simple. I went for the panoramic crop, it usually works well when your subject is a bridge. Adjusting exposure to bring focus to the stone work was my next step. Finally, blurring the background added a tridimensional feel to the bridge. I like those swans and boats, they add a little bit of dynamic to the image.

I think it fits in the Repetition theme, with all the arches, sculptures and history. Also, I crossed it countless times, repetition in itself.

As always, I urge you to visit Leanne Cole’s blog Leanne Cole PHOTOGRAPHY, where every Wednesday she hosts The Monochrome Madness Challenge, with many excellent images.

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Better Late…

I needed some time away from my computer and it took me almost two months to come back. But I continued my Instagram fun, taking pictures on my morning walks. This set of images is from April, when the sun was still soft and gentle.

Spring was in full swing and I was surrounded by flowers.

I’ll have to wait for autumn to get these kind of images again, these days the sun is too high too early.

Macro world is charming as ever and I was lucky enough to stumble upon slowly moving creatures, the only kind that has patience for my photography attempts.

One side of my bridge is irresistible at dawn, while the other shows its glory when the sun hits hardest.

My dearest companion was very patient with me and graced me with few poses and even a smile. One of my favorites is the early morning landscape with her in the middle, what a beautiful morning that was.

As always, you can find me under the nick snowlocked. I would love if we could connect on Instagram, too.

From Afar

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

 Copyright –   Jellico’s Stationhouse

The soft afternoon light follows the shadows waltzing across the wall, like a lover following the one who offers only a heartbreak. Curtains part before a breeze that carries the fragrance of spring flowers and something long forgotten. The music sneaks around the old furniture, whimsically scattered across the room. Two entangled bodies reflect in the large mirror at the foot of the bed, offering a splendid portrait of wasted chances. A long-case clock in the corner mocks the thieves, as the stolen time slips away.

His arms hold me tight.

This wont last.

But I don’t care about tomorrow.