Behind the Scenery

I was on the way to my place, a cosy, little room in one of Clifden hotels, where I liked to come after a regular walk on surrounding picturesque places. It was a drizzling evening when the rays of sunset, penetrating the clouds, are always stopping us to have a look around, one more time… One more photograph, one more sketch.

This “one more time”, “the last one view” is sometimes the moment that we remember many years after our holydays…

I took the left on the hill to have a better panoramic view of the bay. An old road covered with grass was leading me somewhere and I just left myself driven by unknown direction. Time by time I looked down to see the enchanting changes of reflections and colours.

I stopped and fixed my camera on tripod, as I wanted to work with the long term exposure and filters. I spent perhaps more than a half of hour with different camera settings, making sketches and, chanting parts of my favourite Papetti saxophone improvisations.

“Oh! How nice, how beautiful this miracle, the life is!” I thought, finishing my photography adventure, continuing to look astonished to the God creation at this part of the world where the earth ends._DSC7051

And then… I looked behind me.

I was surprised to discover that there was a house, a very old one. In fact there were ruins of a small, perhaps peasant or farmer house surrounded by wild plants, covered with green moss. No roof, no doors, no gate, no any trace of human being around… Just walls washed by rains and years…

I’ve been listening to the silence for a while.

I imagined how years ago the place was full of kids’ voices, how from the windows of this house the parents were looking at their kids playing around.

The darkness came slowly, unobserved, covering the ruins, the memories, the sounds of silence…

My hands touched instinctively the camera. Where are they now or their descendents? Why they abandoned such a miracle? What had to happen, how the life had to be to make them to leave such a place? No. I didn’t take a photo of the house. I didn’t make a sketch.

I went to the hotel for the last night of my vacation…

Today, looking at some photographs from my Clifden album, I found my thoughts and feelings with the watercolour brush in my hand…

About Tofan Gheorghe

I was born in Moldova. Have my degree in human communication. Love reading, writing, watercolor. I live and work in Dublin, Ireland.
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1 Response to Behind the Scenery

  1. NEIL says:

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