Looks like home.
lol... Detroit, after the fall...
Why am I thinking that this looks like the French Revolution?!Lovely poem...Pearl
It does have that post-Marie Antoinette look. :)
Dear Teresa, the picture and the poem give us endings. My hope always is that each ending has a beginning twined within. Peace.
Yes, that's a beautiful observation, Dee. Thank you for visiting here.
A stunning photo of a crumbling, abandoned city center. I remember a collection of them, and your words capture the sense of sudden interruption.
We are living in a time of just such interruptions. That's an excellent way of expressing it.
It reminds me of the grand old past when everyone was dancing and having a good time but now all we have is a memory and the remnants of what had been. Brilliant photo as it conjures up lots of thoughts.
Thank you for your thoughtful response. It's very much appreciated.
What a wonderful photo and your words are perfect. I have sat here and looked at it for quite awhile, trying to soak in every tiny morsel that there is to see~Jan
I'm so glad you've taken some time with this post... Thank you.
I like the way you've arranged the images, without interjecting human sentiment. The creator vivid, and compelling impression.
Thank you so much. I'm glad you stopped by.
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