They wait patiently, sometimes together, sometimes alone, for tomorrow.
For tomorrow will bring a better day. For tomorrow things will change.
They watch each day like a slow moving film strip, a series of grey identical slides revealing indecisiveness, inaction, procrastination.
But that’s okay.
There’s always tomorrow.
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As you may have noticed, it’s been a little quiet here at Postcard Fiction. I was away camping on the beautiful shore of Lake Superior and am now back with 600 new photos and a ton of inspiration. And, what a better way to start blogging again, than with the Weekly Photo Challenge.
This photo was taken at sunset but I wanted to play around a bit with the exposure so that I would see more of my kids than just their dark shapes against the orange sky. The sky now looks nearly white and the sun a bright yellow and I love how two or three of the stones in the air are highlighted by the sun. It’s not perfect but I think it turned out okay and captures this week’s theme of Free Spirit.
How long before our hatred will begin to show? Even Richard has started to let things go. This was the first day I had ever known him not to shave. Looking at his reflection was getting difficult. I passed that milestone a while back.