Stories Collected While Living in France
Stillness.
Quiet. Silent. Empty.
Alone– pair of chairs.
Similar-alike-symbolic.
Two-of-a-kind. Side-by-side. Next-to-each-other.
Twins–not exactly the same.
Peas-in-a-pod.
Pears.
Apples and Oranges.
Blue.
Waiting. Empty seat.
The two of us.
you and me.
inseparable.
Matching pair.
Faded. Used. Out of focus
Memory.
Nothing changes. Remains the same.
Here waiting
Still.
Oh, Corey your site becomes more like poetry everyday. Exquisite.
This is a beautiful image. Thankyou for sharing it and thankyou for your comment on my blog.
best wishes from Australia
PS. Yes, I know the book Perfume. very evocative of the time and marvelous descriptions of aroma nd perfume. I’m glad you reminded me of it. I must go and buy it!
The picture looks like a postcard or even something that should be framed.
I love that color blue.
a place to pause..
hands warmed with a cup of tea..
laughter..
memories..
daily chatter..
worn smooth by time spent with friends..
familiar comfort.
You amaze me…the places you take us with your words.
What lovely photographs and intriquing entries! Lovely visit that leaves me feeling quite mellow with images of rusty boxes, baby rattles, blue doors…almost like a dream,eh?
A bit like marraige as years go by…together, apart, in love… Lovely…
This might sound completely ridiculous, but I get a Mexican feel when I look at that. Not sure why though.
Hey Longfellow nice poetry,
but whats the 411 on the chairs.
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