Prague

Even in the light, memories can haunt.

Charles Bridge, an icon in the city of Prague, bears testimony to the residual strength of long-held tyranny. On one particular day, the sun might rise brightly over the metalwork, burning off the morning fog as well as the memories of a strict and stifling political climate. The next day, the fog might briefly hold its own against the sun’s warmth, creating an image of the bridge - and perhaps life itself - that appears sterile and colorless, drawn in shades of gray. And we are thankful that the image is only that: a picture of a moment in time, ephemeral, like the movements of ghosts in ethereal.