A life:
carved in stone,
crumbling to dust,
reclaimed by the earth.
A memory:
fading with each passing year.
Soon
until all that linger
are stories,
tales once told.
Do any now know the truth?
The place where you can find out what Lillie thinks
Looking at life through blue eyes
: around the world :
Myriad memories frozen in time
Looking into why we do the things we do (and some crochet) each Monday
Amanda Tuke - writer: nature, people, places
A photographic journey.
Here and now, with all of it.