It’s been a while. Life, moving countries once again (Canada this time), a preoccupied mind.
No matter. Perhaps it is time to share my images and words once again.
In response to WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge with the theme twisted.
Twisted, twisted, twisted. On and on on. They wouldn’t stop, and wouldn’t let you stop and take a breath either.
Those stairs were like an avalanche of olden wood and worn-smooth copper railing, rushing toward you every time you looked up.
But the small apartment they led to was worth the pain. For once you opened the wooden windows, what laid outside was Paris, in all her glory.