Those left after the tracks, have faded that have been hiding waiting to be exposed. A recent traveler finding the old track, recently dead.. Made sense when I wrote it.
I see it so clearly the old house, the brittle trees, old tracks that will never run again, so someone lies down for a dramatic statement...wow you put a lot in your 'doodles' hardly, there is so much in it
http://outofsightl.blogspot.ca/ my new blog well i forgot I had it mostly writing, but there are photos and there will be more maybe painting, if I dare ;)
This one sent shivers down my spine...there is a darkness in these lines...initially the fatality in the foreground...but then the ominous figures lurking in the bushes became apparent. Who are they? I cannot quell the notion of cannibals...and they are hungry...;)
They are those who escaped long ago, waiting for the tracks that took them there to finally fade away. Feel sorry for those who find the tracks and are too curious where they go☺
oh and there is a man with a beard, he looks like he's a pirate do I see the ship hidden behind the torn bushes, a bit of flag maybe...surely there's no treasure in this hacked off place, or maybe it's revenge, I'm getting more and more involved in this story, oh please do tell, or show it again in another drawing, drop some clues or golden medallion :)
And so the story goes. These many lines have taken flight I see. The story here is now yours.. I have such a short attention span and find myself juggling so many things.
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Fatality of traveling again? Then why 'soon to be cold"?
ReplyDeleteThose left after the tracks, have faded that have been hiding waiting to be exposed.
DeleteA recent traveler finding the old track, recently dead..
Made sense when I wrote it.
Bonjour cher Anthony,
ReplyDeleteCes lignes qui s'enlacent ne sont que du plaisir et nous dévoilent au bout un joli secret...
Gros bisous ♡
The less thought when making such lines contributes to the fun.. The secrets can always be found later. The more lines, the more clues.
DeleteThank you
I see it so clearly the old house, the brittle trees, old tracks that will never run again, so someone lies down for a dramatic statement...wow you put a lot in your 'doodles' hardly, there is so much in it
ReplyDeleteYou have found so many clues in these few lines, and a few words.. I like the evolving story.
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ReplyDeletemy new blog well i forgot I had it mostly writing, but there are photos and there will be more maybe painting, if I dare ;)
Will take a look..
DeleteDo I see a body? Laying across the tracks? Or is it just too early and not enough coffee....
ReplyDeleteLove your words for this.
Yep, there is a body across the track soon to be cold.
DeleteThank you
This one sent shivers down my spine...there is a darkness in these lines...initially the fatality in the foreground...but then the ominous figures lurking in the bushes became apparent.
ReplyDeleteWho are they?
I cannot quell the notion of cannibals...and they are hungry...;)
They are those who escaped long ago, waiting for the tracks that took them there to finally fade away. Feel sorry for those who find the tracks and are too curious where they go☺
Deleteoh and there is a man with a beard, he looks like he's a pirate do I see the ship hidden behind the torn bushes, a bit of flag maybe...surely there's no treasure in this hacked off place, or maybe it's revenge, I'm getting more and more involved in this story, oh please do tell, or show it again in another drawing, drop some clues or golden medallion :)
ReplyDeleteAnd so the story goes. These many lines have taken flight I see. The story here is now yours..
DeleteI have such a short attention span and find myself juggling so many things.