Sea Shells and Glass
You
are sea shells
and
bits of glass
stolen
from the
summer
of 1970
when
innocence
begged
corruption.
©Susie
Clevenger 2013
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A true photograph need not be explained, nor can it be contained in words. Ansel Adams
Of such things are memories made!
ReplyDeleteThat's for sure Kerry.
DeleteGuess we ought to keep such things, huh?
ReplyDeleteJust 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.
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Thanks Jim. There are plenty of memories I keep to myself. :)
Deletebeautiful. like this space, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks LaTonya!
DeleteI like this image..I am sure there is a story behind this. Have a wonderful day!
ReplyDeleteThanks Truedessa
DeleteMemento that spark memories
ReplyDeleteMollyxxx
It happens so often now Molly
DeleteNice well meant words that touch a memory
ReplyDeleteThanks Aidz
DeleteThat is way cool, Susie!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mama Zen!
DeleteInnocence begging corruption...ah, the good ol' days!
ReplyDeleteTimoteo, yes, the good ol' days...sigh
DeleteAlways interesting to hear the story behind the photo. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThank you Linda
Deleteoooh, that line speaks to me of something far more dark than the keepsakes.
ReplyDeleteMarian....shhhhh lol
DeleteO my, Susie, those final lines. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteSuch 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:-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Laura!
DeleteThe farther we go - the less words we need
ReplyDeleteevery stone wakes a memory,
what's forbidden - let's permit...
So true. :)
DeleteI love these shells magical!
ReplyDeleteThanks Leovi!
DeleteAh, 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
ReplyDeleteThank you Amy
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