Day 2 of writing a story (fiction) to accompany my photographs:
I have a certain affinity for lines. Lines have a purpose. They run parallel, create angles and always have a purpose. I like that they come to a point. For years my line ran parallel to love, as most of us do. We believe the lines will never cross and we will never have the opportunity. As much as we try to elbow our way out of the path of our line, we are stuck. Mathematics tells us parallel lines will never meet. Love defies parallel lines. We were parallel lines for a long time, him and me. For years we travelled our paths, our line, day by day. But for some unknown reason, some magical reason, a force that math will never explain, our parallel lines crossed….
All for now… Hmmmm….. Wonder if I should keep this one going. A little choppy and sloppy but it was just a brain dump! – IBG