Paula says, in her intro to her post, ‘every time I take a trip no matter how far or close to my home it takes me, I look for traces of the past.’ I am definitely on her page there.
But I can see that there are many ways of noticing traces of the past. It might be the obvious, like massive traces of a wartime past, lost deep in the woods:
…or traces of the past found closer to home, as in this battered old leather suitcase, found in the loft:
…or some old letters, some artwork on a battered piece of board, even some hydrangeas way past their best:
To see more takes on this challenge, visit Paula’s site here.