perfect words, the perfect rhythms are accomplished and the reader is
transported, bewitched. The moment, the sight, becomes their own,
years later something they look back on as if it had been real. In these
scenes or paragraphs, certain sights or sounds often become anchors,
be it the way the girl's scarf flapped in the wind, or the way the moss
grew on the rooftop, or how that the toy in the window banged its little
cymbals. The scene is lodged into the reader's mind, becoming a spark
of life that propels them through the pages.
These photos feel like that - living anchors.
May we write our anchors well.
|By Molly Yun He|
|By Yung Sad|