Lost Paradise . . A village. A village that was. A village that could have been.
The Merchants tables lie forgotten, treasures open to whomever may come to find them.
A once busy street sits, longing, for a foot to trod upon it once more.
Houses, once occupied, and happy, lie empty, rotting for lack of care.
Sacred places often visited in days of old, are unwanted.
Statues of great men, who did great deeds, now lie crumbling, not getting the attention which is owed their creators.
Cliffs that were once scaled, enjoyed, and awed upon are now but mere trinkets, unnoticed and taken for granted.
But hope still stands. A traveler may settle in days to come. A new town spring forth. Wait and see. Patience is the key. A new life could be just a whim away, a whim away.....
Well, hope you enjoyed that little story. I wish I could have completed it even further, but the melo must take priority. (Correct, no?) Below are just a few extra pics in no particular order of different things. :)