when wistful nostalgia gets wise…
and burns.
Transforming into something emotive, moody, dark and brooding.
The smoldering embers hint of what might rise from the ashes.
(Sometimes you can’t look away from hope.)
Guardi le stelle /you gaze at the stars
Che tremano d'amore /that tremble with love
E di speranza.and with hope.
-Pucchini
The Embers Collection.
Discover the memories left behind - lost to time - and the stories still smoldering with the quiet glow of potential.
Embers is Part II of my personal project on the texture of memory.
View Part I: Fragments
