Beautiful imagery, the picture and your words. How often, as we traveled through ghost towns, I pictured the abandoned and decrepit buildings and imagined them new. The old house the day the first family moved in, the business the first time someone opened the door to greet their first customer. In Orion, AB I was lucky enough to spend an hour with a man who was born and grew up in the town. He took me, through his memories, from a bustling metropolis down through the decades to a town filled with falling down buildings and a population of 6. So grateful for that day ❤️
This is a really beautiful imagining for something abandoned; have to agree with Jim here. Reverence is a great word to describe the feeling of the story. Beautiful work, Dascha.
Perhaps now it is a home to chip-monks. 😉 Nice story.
Beautiful imagery, the picture and your words. How often, as we traveled through ghost towns, I pictured the abandoned and decrepit buildings and imagined them new. The old house the day the first family moved in, the business the first time someone opened the door to greet their first customer. In Orion, AB I was lucky enough to spend an hour with a man who was born and grew up in the town. He took me, through his memories, from a bustling metropolis down through the decades to a town filled with falling down buildings and a population of 6. So grateful for that day ❤️
This is a really beautiful imagining for something abandoned; have to agree with Jim here. Reverence is a great word to describe the feeling of the story. Beautiful work, Dascha.
I like the feel of this one. Reverence.