Weekly Photo Challenge: Fray (II)

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.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fray

Published as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge. This post contains 4 photos.

“How many more barbed wire fences,

Confined enclosures,

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.”

Souls in Krakow

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…