Picture is from Fairbanks Alaska and I do not own it.
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I am changing this due
to the fact google images is easier to get then from a magazine. Now that I got
that little detail out of the way, let’s begin. Please be warn I will properly
make this more like a story and most of this will be a free write without me
going back and rewriting it.
The
sun stains the sky with pinks and purples as it slowly sinks below the horizon
masked by a screen of furs. Distant from the heavens is the cold ground, where
ice creeks and groans as it spreads its deadly fingers across a glossy surface,
and the slumbering trees. In the distance a abandon farm lies pass an iron
bridge, that once carried the lives blood of the land. Closer was an impressive
estate that even in its faded state still gives a glory that ravels the nature
that slowly chokes it. In front of the estate lies a black river of ice that
crumbles more and more each passing season. The people are gone, but the trees
that slumber in there icy cocoons remember. They remember the laughter of
children who skated across the frozen recesses of the pond, and the yells of
mothers who beckoning their young ones in for night was near. The fathers came
from the barns, and woods bundles of wood clutched to their sides. They
remember the bellowing of cattle in the barn and the whinnies of the horses.
But those are gone now the only sounds being that of a lone wolf, or the
screams of a pheasant as a fox kills it. The pond is empty of children and remains pristine in its natural state, waiting for the thawing of spring. The trees bow their branches in the cold wind, that signals that winter has only begun and that the emptiness will remain.
I really like the idea of this post. Plus, your thoughts on the story behind the picture are amazing! Better than what I could of thought up. Beautiful picture!
ReplyDeleteThanks I had fun writing it. Imagery is always my favorite to write.
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