©2015 Allyson Latta
Each week on Wordless Wednesday, bloggers around the world post a photo they’ve taken that tells a story. I hope this one will bring to mind a memory or stimulate your imagination. Perhaps it will even inspire you to write — memoir, fiction, or a poem. If it does, please let me know in the comments or by email via the Contact tab on my home page!
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Now there’s a WW story, well told, Allyson. The light quality makes me think end of hard working day. The street abandoned. His muddyboots and pants and hat say “outdoors”. The cigarette his reward. The colours of the buildings and foliage a sharp contrast.
Yes, wouldn’t it be lovely to know his story… I like how Cheryl says the cigarette is his reward for a hard day’s work. This beautiful pic evokes so many questions, feelings; and the beauty of that street, those houses. Wonderful catch, Allyson! Reminds me of a postcard I just yesterday sent someone… a photo of a street in Greece (flea market post card, I’ve never been to Greece) similar to this, narrow and cobbled and with the same kind of attached houses in a row. Also a deserted street but for one woman about to enter her house. I wrote a caption on it, a quote by Margaret Mead: “Always remember that you are absolutely unique — just like everyone else.”
His story is his own, yet there’s something universal in the understanding…
So where is this?
(wouldn’t it be funny if you said Greece, in which case we might like to assume this is my woman’s husband… at which point the story gets weird… ) (:
That narrow segment of pale blue just makes the photo, doesn’t it? It sets everything else off so perfectly (though it was nice of the man to be in exactly the right spot to be set off by it). I am thinking this is somewhere in Latin America?