Sunday, February 24, 2008
Look up, it feels like rain: a sleepy Sunday in Villefranche-sur-Mer, France. (2008).
Figuratively-speaking, tides turn in sleepy places like Villefranche-sur-Mer. High above the sea along a twisted maze of streets and stairs, lives silently exist behind doors painted shamrock, scarlet and periwinkle blue.
Then, for better or for worse, the uneasy truce of stability breaks. Flames of emotion flicker and flare, forever shifting the uneven ground.
When succeeding is what we're afraid of most, it leaves us jealously guarding our smoldering hopes like the black-and-white squares on a checkerboard ... until, one-by-one, there's nothing left to defend.
Look up, ashes, it feels like rain. Not a good day to be outside without any cover.
Painted doors. Villefranche-sur-Mer, France. (2008).
The steep stairways of Old Villefranche-sur-Mer, France. (2008).
The rain-drenched streets of Villefranche-sur-Mer, France.
Through the historic tunnels of Villefranche-sur-Mer, France. (2008).
Posted by dingobear at 04:28