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Black and White: Part 2
Empty chairs and empty tables. Old bricks, forged from clay the copper red of blood, turn ghostly gray. Are those shadows from iron chairs, or scars in the sidewalk? Outdoor seating on the cusp between seasons: even when the sun breaks through, it is too cold to be inviting.
Yet there comes a time when black and white turns Technicolor. You can see it with a blink–tables filled, the smell of ground coffee wafting through a bakery door as customers no longer cocooned for winter stream in and out, patio seating restored to forest green, yapping dogs tethered to chair legs as their human companions soak in summer sun. Traffic and flowers just beyond the bricks. A fountain sprung back to whooshing life. Fathers and children walking hand-in-hand. Alive, alive, oh.
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4 thoughts on “Black and White: Part 2”
You see beauty and meaning in black and white, as you do in
“technicolor.” Lovely post — moving words and pictures.
It is those of us touched by Jim, whether family or friends. This week is certainly gray, and shadowy – no color, no coffee smell. And, truly, that is the way it is now and may always be mid-March for us. Our memories and our grief pull us back to this precious, deeply tragic week. Knowing that sunlight and technicolor are on the way, perhaps a little sooner in Pennsylvania than NH, helps pull me through. In the meantime, memories of sadness are just here. Love you.
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You see beauty and meaning in black and white, as you do in
“technicolor.” Lovely post — moving words and pictures.
I like the way the shadows blend in with the steel chairs.
It is those of us touched by Jim, whether family or friends. This week is certainly gray, and shadowy – no color, no coffee smell. And, truly, that is the way it is now and may always be mid-March for us. Our memories and our grief pull us back to this precious, deeply tragic week. Knowing that sunlight and technicolor are on the way, perhaps a little sooner in Pennsylvania than NH, helps pull me through. In the meantime, memories of sadness are just here. Love you.
Brilliant photos and words. Well done.