The boxes contained everything that once filled a house, and now they occupied a spot on the sidewalk. Tia, the older sister, had counted their bags three times since the car drove away, not because she had lost anything, but because counting occupied her hands while they waited. Somewhere beyond the fog, in one of the lit windows, was a woman they had met twice—once at a funeral and once during a brief visit that was meant to make this place feel less unfamiliar. Kami, her sister, reached over and took her hand without being asked, just like she used to when a room became too loud. They stood there together in the mist, watching the building, hoping for a sign of which window might eventually feel like their own.
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Thanks! Yes, I almost passed on using it for this series, but I kept coming back to it and finally decided to go with my gut. I’m glad I did.
Monte Stevens
9 hours ago
Again I love this image. What a wonderful vision you are exploring with your art! I love the story and both image and words convey the mystery they both are facing.
Thank you, Monte. For each image in this “Life Frames” series, there have probably been a couple of dozen different images and revisions that didn’t make it. The image usually comes first, although that’s not a hard rule. I mostly go with my gut and look for the makings of a story with human emotional attachment. Then I build the story not from describing the details of the image, but by pulling in details and events even beyond it and how the people found themselves where they are. If I find the time, this week’s Fanciful Friday post might include a bit of an explanation for the “Life Frames” series.
What a poignant image!
Thanks! Yes, I almost passed on using it for this series, but I kept coming back to it and finally decided to go with my gut. I’m glad I did.
Again I love this image. What a wonderful vision you are exploring with your art! I love the story and both image and words convey the mystery they both are facing.
Thank you, Monte. For each image in this “Life Frames” series, there have probably been a couple of dozen different images and revisions that didn’t make it. The image usually comes first, although that’s not a hard rule. I mostly go with my gut and look for the makings of a story with human emotional attachment. Then I build the story not from describing the details of the image, but by pulling in details and events even beyond it and how the people found themselves where they are. If I find the time, this week’s Fanciful Friday post might include a bit of an explanation for the “Life Frames” series.