They are there… without a reason. But they still endure. I was thinking in what happens when a person don’t have a reason in life, perhaps these old buildings have an answer. Perhaps beyond their reason to be they are a kind of memory or just an inertia of existence. Traveling across the time second by second.
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I like your words, Francis, and the picture as well ! Perenniality is often a quality in itself.
Thank you for your gift, Gilles. In your words I hear the reflection of years.
What tales they could tell!
Stories of pirates and sailors mostly… :-)
I love this picture, the moment. The soul of it.
You see these scenes in a way others cannot allow to themselves to experience… Thank you, Caroline.