Silence is not an easy thing to find these days anywhere – let alone in Jamaica, which is a noisy place. This week’s photo challenge is, therefore a tricky one, in that complete silence is virtually an impossibility. However, we all search for calm and quiet. Some places have silence; history has a silence of its own, that sometimes needs to be unlocked…
The silence of history. These rotten remains of an old sugar wharf in Salt River, Clarendon, tell a story. But they are silent.
Silence descends as the sun sets. Here is a view from Lime Hall, St. Ann.
At the Temple of the Sacred Tooth Relic in Kandy, Sri Lanka, there was silence in many corners of the large compound. In this courtyard, the only sound was the occasional bird call, and the murmurs of people praying.
A boat, buried in the grasses surrounding a beautiful lake in Sri Lanka. The only sound: that of the water.
Stones are silent. They have no life. Yet if you listen carefully, they have tales to tell. This is on the ruined estate at Potosi, Trelawny.
Night falls over the city of Kingston, and (from a distance) it falls silent. I took this photo from Holywell, in the Blue Mountains.