Was I overwhelmed by your powerful voice and chilled by your misty presence, even then? Was I scared standing up there all alone, gripping the railing, acquiescing to a photo opportunity for my mother? Did you leave a formative impact on my impressionable senses, so I would remember to return one day when I was older and less fragile? Did I wave good-bye as a child is inclined to?
Buried memories
Misty remnant from the past
Shaping life’s journey
(Return to Niagara Falls– two years ago–)
Stuff and what if... 
Lovely Haibun/Haiku. I see the connection to your prose with your questions. Well done. ❤
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Thank-you, Colleen. I recently entered a challenge on dVerse where we had to write a poem using only questions, so decided to try that technique here. 🙂
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That is very cool. I like that idea. It allows the reader to get in touch with your feelings through the questions. Nice!
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“Misty remnant from the past” very nice. 😀
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Thank-you, Oneta. That photo of me was definitely a remnant from the past. I was so young that I have no memory of being there, but my mother loved to take photographs and there I am at Niagara Falls. 🙂
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Old photographs are lovely to either make one remember or prove that it happened even if you do not remember. 😀
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So true, Oneta. 🙂
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I also wonder what your younger self thought about back then 🙂 beautiful!
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Thank-you Laura for the comment. I also wonder. The photo paints possibilities, but what is really in the child’s mind experiencing that at such a young age is a mystery.
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I remember those bonnets! I have photos of myself in one…
The questions add so much poignancy. And the haiku coda is just right. (K)
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Thank-you, Kerfe. We must be similar ages if the bonnet is in our childhood history. 🙂
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I was born in 1952.
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I’m close. (1954) 🙂
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That is great that you had that photograph and then got to go back to the same place as an adult.
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This post was definitely a journey in malleable memories. Thanks for the comment, LuAnne. 🙂
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Love the reflective mood of this. It had me asking questions of my own. It all works well together the prose, the haiku and the picture. Nice work Olga.
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Thank-you, Pat. The look captured on my face in the childhood photo was very inspiring. Glad to see you here. Hope you have a wonderful week-end! 🙂
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Great photo, questions and haiku. Artfully done. ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank-you, Janni. Hope you have a great week-end. ❤
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You too, thank you kindly! ❤️❤️❤️
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I Live not far from Niagara Falls, Olga. My heart just about leapt out of my chest when I saw you as a little girl standing on that stone because I know what is on the other side. How brave little children are! And you are just so cute! Your haiku is perfect, one that really spoke to me. Thank you! ☺️
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Thank-you, Amy. Love looking at old images and gleaning hints of what use to be. My mother passed on many photos that are appreciated. I think she was an inspiration for me to pursue photography. 🙂
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I too love looking at older photographs and it never ceases to amaze me that even though I have put many miles on in my life journey, I see the same spirited and beautiful little girl in me that existed so long ago. How cool is that? And for me my inspiration for photography was and still is my pain as I search a means to find Bliss. My camera is that very means. ☺️
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Bliss is a worthy culmination to one’s journey in photography. ❤
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Just like AmyRose my heart skipped a beat when I saw the photo. I think I heard a child had gone over the edge recently when posing for a photo. I hope I am mistaken. Anyway it is a dear photo and poetic response to the challenge.
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I know, Anne. When I revisited this photo, I thought, “What was my mother thinking!” Ha ha! Thank-you for sharing your thoughts. 🙂
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