Picture courtesy of Adam Ickes
Something I learned years ago in grade school art is that two lines that run parallel will approach a vanishing point, which can provide the proper perspective to your drawing. This photo made me think of that lesson.
Word count: 100
When I was eight, life stretched out before me to a distant horizon, endless and unknown.
Now that I am 88, I look back and the horizon I see is that of my youth. It looks far away, but my shadow travels along the path as I remember the moments that matter – family, falling in love, babies, losses. No possessions come to mind, only memories of the people who touched my life.
I’ve lived the full breadth of my life, ignoring the narrow point ahead. Whether I look forward or back, it is always there, vanishing just over the horizon.
© Erin Leary
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