Epiphany Long Time In the Making . . .

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Was up bright and early today, off to go visit an abandonned sugar factory not too far off (more on that later), and as I had a little time to kill before meeting a friend there, I found myself back in one of my favorite haunts, after stepping into a local cemetery just to look around for a few minutes. As usual, I was very quickly captivated by various works of art. In this first one, and I had no idea such a thing could be, I discovered that fake plastic flowers can wilt just like real ones. I had never observed this phenomenon before. Was it the heavy rain the night before that did them in ?
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Some other plasic flowers were looking fresh and vibrant . . .
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Angels were out in force . . . (and a song for them...)
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Across the top of one grave were scattered hundreds of small ceramic tiles, as though someone was getting ready to do a mosaic there, but never got around to it.
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One reason I feel it is important to make photographs in cemeteries is that many of the fine examples of decorative and memorial artworks are dispearing. The ravages of time. In the previous post there is a photo of a piece of ceramic decoration, a cross adorned with colorful flowers. This is what happens to such pieces after a season or two too many subjected to the elements.
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Old photographs also tend to fade away into oblivion after a while, often passing through transitional phases of decay before disappearing entirely, lost forever.
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With this next one, I had an epiphany, one of those miraculous moments of discovery ; never in a hundred thousand years could I have possibly managed to create an effect like the one produced by the weathering of this photograph which was printed on a slim ceramic plaque. You could fairly say I was awestruck.
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