At the intersection of then and now,
I pluck from today glimpses of yesterday.
The names of those who came before me,
Etched with stone or a knife.
I travelled this road and have reached its end,
Or perhaps, a new beginning;
The end of one medium,
Marking the beginning of another.
Welcome to week Seventy-Five of Three Line Tales! A wonderful challenge to create a piece about the given photo. Want to join? Click the link Three Line Tales. 😉