passing clouds
cast a white veil
on faded memories
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Photo: Clonmacnoise, Ireland, c.b.w. 2009
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2017
passing clouds
cast a white veil
on faded memories
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Photo: Clonmacnoise, Ireland, c.b.w. 2009
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2017
manicured grass
yet moss reclaims
crosses and names
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Photo: Churchyard of St. Oswald, Grasmere, England, c.b.w. 2011
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2015
Broken heart feeling
every gentle clamor
finally goes still
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c.b.w. 2014
When visiting a small town in the Midwest, its inevitable that history will come creeping out of every corner. A walk through an old cemetery may be considered morbid by some, but for a historian/writer it becomes the perfect place to explore a story that began centuries ago and continues today.
For this week’s photography challenge I took advantage of a prompt that fosters curiosity in those who lived before us and the stories they have to tell.
Prompt: Let a picture tell a story
One small chapter in the story in the story of a new nation . . .
The story of a small town in Indiana . . .
One family’s tragedy . . .
One family’s loner . . .
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To see all the details of the photography challenge, go here.
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c.b.w. 2012