A visual story and words of thoughts mostly scrambled. View at your leisure. Read at your own peril.
Down a slope of bush and dirt, of gravel and of thorn...
...Along the coast of a small rocky bay where the oak-rich mountain of Strandzha meets the Black of name Sea...
...A path from the south comes deceptively nice in bloom and sunlight...
...Coming down a tough slope while playing the part of a child's mount at the same time without the proper upbringing. That would be one of a mule or better even...a goat...
...Once on flat ground worries are forgotten. Minding one's steps is everything that remains. That and chance to observe...
...The outlying structures of a past more populated stand in ruins. The wonderful sight of Time in the only way we can see it. By its marks...
...Most of the harbor wants to retire. Some of it already has...
...The rest of it, the core, it will stay as long as there are those who require it...
...It turns, the world, and generations change...
...A retro-looking modern generation comes to replace the modern-wanabe retro generation...
...Even if we speak of places. Especially when we speak of places since crowds bring a particle of their own change and rub it off themselves upon the wooden benches, plastic chairs, sitting stones, whatever then and there...
...Peeled away and behind windows which may never again open, the old-school methods which survived yesterday are now...memories behind reflections wrapped in the brown packaging paper of age themselves...
...Another day dawns at Fishermen's Bay...
...The future remains ever foggy...
...But even ever foggy is not forever. In a bright July Sun. It shall heat up the the air to obliterate thoughts of any past along with the sense of anything but the present. It shall require coffee, then beer, and eventually...fish. On the embers...
...Fishermen? Yes, there are such. They are present even when invisible. They know their timing and I know mine. As long as there will be fish in the sea, and human life on the land, they shall meet by the sea and through the desire of the latter to greet the former. With hook, and line, and harpoon, and net. The sea shall provide...