Florence
What possessed me at 9 or 12 to snap square pictures of our home?
But a brief moment and quick snap of a mundane occurrence now remembers how Florence practiced her cello in the kitchen by the old radiator in front of the view that looked out on tougher projects and the playground under the old bridge.
3 comments:
Haunting. Premonition? That yellow color so like a dream....
Polaroid evokes the idea of memory best, I think.
It's those mundane scenes that seem to hold the most memories...and the power to transport us back to another time and place. Nice post.
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