last night

Tevye: Traditions, traditions. Without our traditions our lives would be as shaky as, as... as a fiddler on the roof! 

final scene
a Patriarch being driven from his home
all belongings
cradled in one cart
three daughters
scattered to the wind
with aim

he is being followed
the very last to leave the stage
a fiddler
continues to play
sweet mournful notes

his compass



Melissa: said…
What a treat that was.

Love the color and new look of the blog!
Melissa: said…
Thanks for the lovely evening (by the way) :)

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