A true photograph need not be explained, nor can it be contained in words.
Of such things are memories made!
That's for sure Kerry.
Guess we ought to keep such things, huh? Just not in a prominent spot. I have a few tucked away myself.Your shells are nice. At first glance I was seeing some pretty slightly toasted meringue on a saucer...
Thanks Jim. There are plenty of memories I keep to myself. :)
beautiful. like this space, too.
I like this image..I am sure there is a story behind this. Have a wonderful day!
Memento that spark memoriesMollyxxx
It happens so often now Molly
Nice well meant words that touch a memory
That is way cool, Susie!
Thanks Mama Zen!
Innocence begging corruption...ah, the good ol' days!
Timoteo, yes, the good ol' days...sigh
Always interesting to hear the story behind the photo. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you Linda
oooh, that line speaks to me of something far more dark than the keepsakes.
O my, Susie, those final lines. :)
Such lovely photos Susie... oh those days far gone, we always found a way to toy with our innocence ... sorry it took me a while to stop by to visit, the kids and I have been traveling from Sunday morning until late this afternoon. Thank you for sharing the love up-close with I Heart Macro:-)
The farther we go - the less words we needevery stone wakes a memory,what's forbidden - let's permit...
So true. :)
I love these shells magical!
Ah, youth. I remember the first time I trolled the beach and found well-worn sea glass... and then was myself well-worn, honed in the way life hones people - painfully but each completely individual. This touched me, Susie. Peace, Amy
Thank you Amy