I am very dependent on visual prompts, for all things in life, in all stages of writing. Photos are sometimes worth a million words, to me. I’ve been starting to collect photos which strike me as story-full on a Pinterest board. If you have a photo (or know of one on the web) you think might be a good addition, please let me know. If it’s repinnable and fits the general idea, I’ll add it.
This particular story prompt is a very busy one for me. For some reason I am sure that the young man is the nun’s own son, because she didn’t go into the convent until after she had been a widow for some years. But you may see somebody else, entirely.
Click on the photo to see a larger version on the Pinterest board, along with the other writing prompts I’ve pinned there.
And please let me know what you think.
Source: photographyblogger.net via Rosina on Pinterest
I have thus far managed to avoid falling into the world of Pinterest, but I don’t know how much longer I will be able to resist.
Here is a photo that I saw in a photoblog back when I was first into photography seven years ago. It grabbed on to me and would not let go. It looks like a story in progress, or beginning. I can hear the girl’s voice, picture the face of the man with his hand on the seat next to hers, imagine any number of reasons why they are where they are, what they’re waiting for, who the girl is looking at, what they say to each other. No other photograph I’ve ever seen has grabbed me quite this way. http://www.thenarrative.net/archive/000961.php
That’s a really good one, Rachel. I’ve pinned it here: http://pinterest.com/pin/244672192227351805/
I immediately thought of a photo given to me by my grandmother in a stack of old family photos. My grandmother does not know exactly who the people are, only that they are “relations”. I will upload it to my Pinterest, I would love to hear your take on it.
Here is the link to the pin.
What I do know: My family were some of the original settlers in Colorado. They settled in lower Colorado and (most) live there today.