Tale From A Crypt . . .

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It's funny how one thing leads to another in life. By a series of chance coincidences a few years ago now, early on in the blogging days, I came across TomB's blog on blogger, and was seduced by the quality of his photography and especially his choices of subject matter. Sometimes things just resonate. His blog migrated to a Tumblr site, which is active today, and where the excellent work continues to appear, following his trips to a wide variety of sites where abandon is the key word, and his photography of them is poetry in practice. Lest I wax over enthusiastic in use of superlatives, I shall refrain from further praise, and simply encourage you to go take a look for yourselves. But thanks to his blog, and exchanges of comments there, little by little a correspondence developed, so when I was in the USA in 2010, we were able to meet for a day, and go visit two abandoned factories in Pennsylvania, about which I blogged about at the time, and he kindly, very kindly, gave me information which allowed me to visit a third site on my own, a coal breaker factory, which has also appeared in these pages. So when I learned that Tom and his travelling companion Jennifer would be in Europe on whirlwind tour of London, Paris, Germany, Belgium and Holland in May, it was only natural that we should try to meet again. Thus on a sunny Saturday afternoon two weeks ago, we set up a rendez-vous near the northwest entrance to Père Lachaise Cemetery, and were able to spend two hours strolling in that vast open air museum, before spending the evening over drinks and dinner in the 5th. So Tom and Jennifer, what can I say, it was wonderful to see you, and I hope the entire trip was full of good times and great photo locations. By the way, Jennifer, also is active on the web, her vintage business is thriving; you can see more of her work here on Sally Jane Vintage and here on her Flickr page... enjoy.
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We wandered in Père Lachaise seeking out some notable tombs such as Edith Piaf, Jim Morrison, and Oscar Wilde, but also just randomly looking for the exquisite details which abound there... like these old ceramic flowers, or a pelican sculpture which I'd never noticed before.
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It seems the latest fad at Jim Morrison's tomb, since it became forbidden to cover adjacent tombs with graffiti, is to stick chewing gum on the tree just in front of his grave, often with a cryptic message imprinted in the gum. This is fairly recent, as the tree in question wasn't covered with gum like this the last time I was there, and photographed a bit of graffiti written on the bark in black marker. I don't know what the tree thinks of this "decoration".
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Speaking of one thing leading to another in life; with Tom over dinner we were talking about other people who are passionate about abandoned buildings and photography of such places, the realm of urban exploration. One site we talked about is the fabulous Opacity project, to which there has been a link in my sidebar for a long time, but following our conversation, I went back and took a look to refresh my memory. During which visit I stumbled on a report about a location in Belgium, which is the page linked to here, where there is a large underground burial area beneath a cemetery. This is far more than just a small crypt below ground, it is composed of several gallery tunnels that stretch out for some considerable distance, which are lined with hundreds of burial chambers in the walls, each covered with an engraved plaque. On the Opacity page it is referred to as "La Crypte des Fleurs", and the location is not revealed, but there is a link from Opacity to another urban exploration website called Forbidden Places, where there is also a report about the site in question, titled the Abandoned Crypt. Although he does not name the community where the cemetery is located, he does provide a map link, where it is clearly indicated. With that information in hand, I went looking for the place this past Friday, when I had to be in Belgium for work for a day... and was thrilled to be able to find it, and to be able to descend into the underground crypt and return with photographs of this extraordinary and highly unusual cemetery.
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Already just the above ground part was well worth a good stroll around. Near the far rear of the grounds there is a large copy of Rodin's Thinker installed on a tomb, the likes of which I've never seen in a cemetery before. And there were many other remarkable sculptures and portrait photos, which I could have spent hours exploring and photographing, a few examples of which follow here, but I was focused on finding the underground section, which took me some time to finally locate.
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But at last I stumbled on a ramp going down below ground, not all that far from the main cemetery entrance, which I hadn't gone by on my way in, as I'd set off in another direction. There were barriers in front of the entrance, but nothing flagrantly saying "No Entry", and nothing to deter a curious visitor, so I ventured down the ramp to take my chances. And no regrets, as the underground crypt is a most remarkable place, have never seen anything quite like it. Many beautiful old portrait photos in varying states of photographic decay there, and many fascinating stories glimpsed on the plaques covering the chambers in the walls. Heartfelt thanks to Opacity, Forbidden Places, and especially TomB who was again the catalyst here. More photos to come, as soon as time allows. Which may not be for a little while, as will be travelling in Italy in the coming weeks.
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More of the Same I Fear ...

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The elections in France have come and gone, a new president is now in office. The campaigning was uninspiring, the debate between the final two candidates was lackluster, which is the kindest word I can find for it.  I admit, I have never had any attraction for politics. Seems like wherever one looks the business of running countries and armies and economies around the world is thoroughly corrupt in varying degrees. And our leaders in the political arena don't have the power or the courage to make any of the real changes this planet Earth so badly needs. But what else is new ? So I guess it will be more of the same. Even if there are some fairly worrisome cracks starting to appear in the foundations of our current version of civilization.
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There were still some campaign posters visible last week, though starting to disappear, plastered over, torn off. The gentleman in this image didn't have much of a chance in the voting, and didn't make it to the  final round, but he sure has the classic politician's re-assuring smile. The blond hair visible here belongs to the extreme right candidate who finished in third place in the first round. Says a lot about where politics may be headed in the future in Europe. Depending on how fast the cracks widen. I like how the word "REPTILE" is visible across the top here from an underlying poster. There is something vaguely reptilian about many politicians.
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Am not sure which party this next candidate was representing . . .
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Our outgoing president will go to wherever it is that ex-presidents go. He must be feeling quite disappointed, after losing by a very narrow margin. If he had given slightly less the impression over the past five years of being too close to the very wealthy elite, he might have had a better chance at a second term.
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With the face missing off this last poster, I couldn't help but think of a line from an old song which says, "Like I told you, what I said, steal your face right off of your head..."
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Seems like this last poster spotted not far away from the presidential pretenders about sums up the whole affair, imho of course. Time will tell.
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Light Reflections On Dark Stone . . .

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This very afternoon I went in to Paris to catch up with a friend from a distant country who was passing through on vacation with his significant other, (more soon on that), for a stroll in Père Lachaise cemetery and a meal afterwards in the Latin Quarter. But before meeting up with them in the late afternoon I stopped to take a look in the small Belleville Cemetery in northeastern Paris which I had never taken the time to go explore before today. Another of the many quietly hidden treasures of Paris. Two polished black marble stones caught my eye while wandering there, both for the poignancy of the stories they told of souls departed too soon from this world, but also for the reflections playing on those dark surfaces. That black stone can reflect such a blue sky so clearly, well, light and all its miracles never fail to amaze me. And reflections on the weekend always merit a connection with James Weekend Reflections.
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Roses are Red . . .

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No story, no moral, no poem...
Just red roses on a tomb...
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