A chair on the verandah.
It is positioned on the side verandah of the house.
It is placed against the brick wall of the house, nothing surrounds the chair.
One can almost envisage an elderly lady or man sitting there alone, lost in their memories of their past.
Perhaps she is sitting there with her knitting creating a garment for a grand or great grand child. A child who in all probability will never arrive.
He is possibly sitting there with his hat on his head, perhaps he is waiting for someone to come to pick him up to take him back out to the farm so he can be reminded of his previous life.
If this were to be reality then the reality would more than likely be that both would be waiting for something that will never occur, for they are like time itself, forgotten.
Camden, New South Wales, Australia.
A chair on the verandah.
It is positioned on the side verandah of the house.
It is placed against the brick wall of the house, nothing surrounds the chair.
One can almost envisage an elderly lady or man sitting there alone, lost in their memories of their past.
Perhaps she is sitting there with her knitting creating a garment for a grand or great grand child. A child who in all probability will never arrive.
He is possibly sitting there with his hat on his head, perhaps he is waiting for someone to come to pick him up to take him back out to the farm so he can be reminded of his previous life.
If this were to be reality then the reality would more than likely be that both would be waiting for something that will never occur, for they are like time itself, forgotten.
Camden, New South Wales, Australia.