I’ll hold the faded photograph, etch her colours bright and true, as she walks through half-forgotten memories. I’ll hear her voice, whispering through the mists – the lessons she can teach if I listen. I must listen. Tales of hardship and happiness. Times of tears and laughter. A song of resilience carries upon a piano’s … More A Ghost of Memory
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.
An Enchanted Place 