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.”
Krakow is a very special place. I don’t have much say apart from the joy of having been to that place. It’s place that truly learned to leave the past right where it belongs: In the past.
The locals I met have a certain lightness to the way they walk, they seem to have some unconditional happiness that is constantly being radiated. I can’t speak for the entire country, but what is it about the people I met? Maybe they are aware of the past… the same past that remained back there taught them how quickly things can change, so better enjoy life to the max! With some beer and Śliwowica at C.K. Browar, life can’t get much better!
Whenever I thought of Krakow, I thought of World War II, unfortunately. I decided to take a long exposure photo, which illustrates how I pictures the city somewhat, the souls that I pictured roaming the city at night.
I am still startled by how real my dreams were…
A haven for thousands and a piece of history that is becoming forgotten, I think this photo deserves to be here.
An ear popping experience!
Once upon a time, the sea extended all the way back to Krakow. During the last ice age, when sea levels went down, large bodies of water were trapped by the continents. Over many years, the water evaporated and, having no river flowing into it, left behing a very large area of salt, like the Uyuni Salt Flats in Bolivia. It was mined for 800 years before going out of operation. It’s been a tourist attraction since the 15th century, with its beautiful salt cathedral (everything sculpted from salt, including the chandeliers). Notable visitor include Copernicus, Goethe and Chopin! Worth a visit!
I am an obsessive travel planner. I decide to travel to a place months in advance and I obsessively research every inch of the city/country. Maybe that’s a good thing, optimize time if you know exactly where to go and the cool and odd things about the place.
We stayed at a hostel very close to the Krakow Market Square. We just dropped the bags an went out for a walk, when the first oddity struck me. Well, I had seen photos of the church many times, but it is always different seeing it in front of you! It is just an odd church. Well, for starters, the different towers of St. Mary’s Church and the many legends why they are different. My favourite (a bit of grim story) is the story of two brothers, both architects, that were designing a tower each. One of the brothers grew jealous of the other brother’s work and murdered him. Once the brother was out of the way, he had the chance to building a taller and more impressive tower. Is it true? Who knows! Well, once of those urban legends that just perpetuated through the years.
Brilliant place and I am definitely going back!
While looking through my photos yesterday, I came across at least 30 photos worth posting, but I will leave you with these two. It was quite sad to relive my visit to this place.
Well, Auschwitz… enough said… Nice to see that life still manages to grow in a place where so many perished. Visited once, don’t intend to ever go back again. It was too much.