because sometimes you see a whole story when you’re looking down…
Amanda Curtin
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Author of novels ELEMENTAL and THE SINKINGS and short fiction collection INHERITED. looking up/looking down is an occasional blog about writing, reading and watching the world...
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looking up/looking down · an occasional blog about writing, reading and watching the world
How evocative a glass of wine is in all circumstances. Easy to empathise.
True, Peter. Even more so when it’s half a glass and left abandoned on a road… May your glass be full 🙂
Love the blue background, the brickwork. But this intriguing photo left me feeling on edge. Fretting about the wine glass, as it’s sits precariously, a bit over the ledge. Why was it left so carelessly? Mmm…
Yep, there’s a story there, Marlish! 🙂