un mur taché de peinture
sur des pierres vieilles de mille ans,
comme pour marquer la rupture
entre aujourd’hui et avant
un mur taché de peinture
sur des pierres vieilles de mille ans,
comme pour marquer la rupture
entre aujourd’hui et avant
This photo is captivating with its color and texture. I wonder if the paint was viewed as vandalism or if someone is trying out shades of paint.
Interesting question! I had to realise, when travelling (this photo was taken in Tenby ), that maybe not everybody “reads” those “stains ” the same way. When I first saw them I found them strange, was wandering why nobody “cleaned” them or fixed them.It seems, however, that some people do not see it that way and do not feel the need to make disappear the “offending ” colours. I could not help but take photos.
C’est un beau article ainsi que la photo. Elle est prise où cette photo?
Merci Roomanies. La photo fut prise à Tenby :).
Merci de votre retour Sylvie! Donc le “bleu, blanc, rouge” existe! Et il vous a inspiré! Super intéressant! Bonne soirée à vous Sylvie!
🙂
Quand les murs parlent. You made it talk poetry. Thanks, Sylvie. Wishing you are well. n_n
Thank you Francis. So nice to hear from you.
I hope to be more present (to me if feels like Odyssey x_x), among the persons I miss always you are. Greetings, Sylvie. : )
A bientot 🙂
A bientot, Sylvie. ^_^