The Fog Of Memory - A Fifty Words Story
Like people going in and out of the blue. Like buildings. Like trees.
Like scenes from my hometown, like childhood it seems to be lost. But at times it will clear the way fogs disperse. To reveal something vivid. Something that was. And it still means happiness. Or it hurts.
My original work - part of the cycle about the fogs of my hometown.
A part of the #fiftywords challenge of @jayna
'The Fogs Of My Hometown' was one of my first posts:
https://steemit.com/photography/@manoldonchev/the-fogs-of-my-hometown
This is a really intriguing story, @manoldonchev. Do you plan to pursue it further?
Thank you, @jayna. Maybe someday, but not for now. I rather think of it as of one of those haiku thingies we throw around.
I will leave it hanging there...
Okay, just curious. By the way, I don't see the source for the image. Be sure to check the rules in the prompt post. Images must be creative commons or images you have permission to use, with the source sited. :-)
Well, thank you for the question, anyway. You don't know what those may trigger, right?
The image is mine. I don't always point myself as the source (will do now) and I even shared a link to other photos of the same series. This really was taken in my hometown. Before those (I think polished limestone) square tiles were replaced without need. You know. Projects, funds, mayors, pockets... here's another four-words story ;)
Yes, it's always a good idea to provide the source, even if it's your own. It's a wonderful image. Nice work!