Published as part of WORDLESS WEDNESDAY
According to the Oxford Dictionary:
Fray: [NO OBJECT] (Of a fabric, rope, or cord) unravel or become worn at the edge, typically through constant rubbing: “cheap fabric soon frays”
Let’s pretend I only understood the part: “become worn through constant rubbing”. Well, maybe that’s what the challenge is about: Finding what it means to you.
In 2009, I went to Poland, where I visited Auschwitz, but I think I have written enough about it. While in Poland, I also visited the Wieliczka Salt Mine.
Taking my interpretation of the word, I see these salt mines as something beautiful, but finite. The constant contact of visitors will, eventually, erode the beautiful art works there sculpted. I love the place, but maybe from the work that disappears, a new blank canvas will be left for another to be made.
Published as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge. This post contains 4 photos.
“How many more barbed wire fences,
And molten personal belongings will it take,
Until we give life and peace a chance to bloom?”
“How many hands have been hurt in wires and brick walls for a chance of a better life? Humans… the only race that is unable to learn from their mistakes.”
What better way to capture a silhouette than during the sunset? Well, that’s my favourite time of the day. It’s a time when a silhouette is, somewhat, more meaningful, when it happens more naturally.
Samppras, my travel companion, always looks very contemplative during sunsets, this time overlooking Itapua Beach in Salvador.
People reading this might think I am mad… ah well!