There’s a story in every picture – and sometimes even the tiniest object holds the key to a tale of hardship, adventure…or love. Take for instance, the tragically beautiful deserted town of Kolmanskop – once a thriving community in the Namib desert. When the diamonds ran out, the town died. And today, only the spirit of a time gone by remains. Take a walk into a deserted house – let’s imagine what had happened here…
Who stayed here? And what dreams were dreamt in the little house next to the track? Did he whoop it up at night – or was he a quiet introvert, working hard to make a living?
Did he stare out of this window, thinking about a special somebody far, far away?
And if he did, why did he leave his ink pot behind…or did the desert lure him into the wilderness, where he lost his way?
But wait – he owned a rifle, at least. He wouldn’t have gone into the arid wasteland without it. Too many dangers there. A seasoned prospector would have been able to protect himself. So…maybe he survived the perils of the dunes?
Ah….let’s be optimistic! He came home to find somebody waiting on the porch. A very, very special somebody from far, far away.
Of course they celebrated! But first – the luxury of a long, warm bath in this waterless region. They spent a foamy, happy hour here while he told her of his big find.
“Let’s go,” he said, “and live a life of luxury.”
And she nodded happily, telling him to leave everything behind. “We’ve got enough now. We don’t need more than you…and me…and that wonderful gem you found.”
So they did.
The desert, having given up it’s riches, then took back their house. They didn’t mind at all – they lived happily ever after.