When We Courted At Evening He waits. I remember when we courted, when I would sneak down to the tracks by the creek right after dinner, just around the bend from where my parents were settling down for the night, and wait for you. She arrives. My heart would skip a beat when I saw you there, waiting for me, I almost flew to your side but thought I should be careful, not knowing you all that well, yet each time I saw your silhouette my love was stronger and I knew you were the one. They meet. And what silly things did we do but talk about the weather, and what we’d done that day, and what our siblings were doing, and circle around each other and peck at the gravel as if the world hadn’t suddenly stopped turning because we were together. Talking. Just a few minutes, we never wanted to draw attention, but when I saw the shadows creeping farther and farther across the tracks I knew I had to start back for home to be back by dusk. Into infinity. Who would think, all these years and all these children, and I still carry these memories of you walking to see me in the warm evening light. Just being together. . . . . . . . Five Sentence Fiction: Memories I took this series of photos walking on Main Street one spring evening recently, where the tracks cross the street and run along the creek where I walk nearly every day, and yet at the right angle they look completely isolated from civilization. I saw the one goose, then a female came to meet him—at a distance I can only tell them from one another by size when male and female are side by side—and they looked and acted so much like a couple of awkward teenagers. I used my 70-300mm zoom lens so I could focus on them and give a little blur to the surroundings; unfortunately in the light it was difficult to see if I was focusing on the geese and in some photos I was focusing on the tracks just in front of them. No matter, I saw a story right away and knew I could even use those photos. The evening light gave the scene an antique look. Then I waited for the keyword that would work for them. . . . . . . All images used on this site are copyrighted to Bernadette E. Kazmarski unless otherwise noted and may not be used without my written permission. Please ask if you are interested in using one in a print or internet publication. If you are interested in purchasing a print of this image or a product including this image, check my Etsy shop or Fine Art America profile to see if I have it available already. If you don’t find it there, visit “purchasing” for availability and terms. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Post navigation Poem for Saturday: DogwoodsGilded Youth 0 Comments Simply beautiful! Loading... Reply Thank you! Loading... Reply Wow! This is fabulous! I absolutely love it! Loading... Reply Thank you Blainecindy! Loading... Reply Great pictures and great narrative. Loading... Reply Thanks, Paula. Loading... Reply Wow !! Beautiful . Very creative one Loading... Reply Sushree, thank you. Loading... Reply I like your story (especially the part where they circle around each other and the world stops because they are together) and the photographs are beautiful. Loading... Reply Tess, I took that right from what they were doing. It was one of the first ideas I had on watching them. Loading... Reply I love the commentary. And the photographs are stunning. Loading... Reply Thank you Judithhb! Loading... Reply Beautiful story…and so romantic! I loved it and the pictures you chose to illustrate it with. ♥ Loading... Reply Kathy, thank you. Many people consider Canada geese pests, it’s nice to put them in a different light. Loading... Reply Literally! Loading... Reply This is one of the most creative Five Sentence Fiction posts I’ve seen. Very nice! Loading... Reply Thanks, K.R. I still rely on images to help me tell the story, but this one practically told itself. Loading... Reply I love the way the photos complimented your story. Animals can have love stories too. Loading... Reply Leave a ReplyCancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.