Two children, far apart, opened their eyes full with the excitement of a new day. They lived as their parents do: with kindness and tolerence. They knew love and were happy. One lived in Freetown, Sierra Leone, the other in Barcelona, Spain. Before their loss, those with them: best friends, brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers grew stronger with the goodness of their lives. No matter how a child is lost, the only ease to grief is love. Love equally of those we wish close, and those we wish far away.
Some of the words I first uncovered here find themselves in new form accompanying an image that arose from my journey through nature.
I publish a still, sepia-toned photograph of a magical hidden place of furtive gatherings and gothic legend.
Online comments are a means of engagement and allow visitors to express themselves and view the opinions of others. Most leave their remarks using pseudonyms that conceal their identity: their words carry little weight. What is left is often a means to provoke and inflame rather than build understanding.
When I experience content online I try to think about what I come across carefully. Online comments have a tendency of impeding independent thought, and provide ill-considered voice to the impulsive.