Bashed but not Bashful . . .

Just dropping in here to see if I still remember how to upload a photo on a blog. That is one aspect of blogland that pushed me toward the open arms of Ms Fessebook, uploading and formating photos here is simply tedious... but hey, no place is perfect. Still, some things get old after a while, and leave you feeling kind of rusty, worn down, even a bit bashed in. But in this old radiator grill's case, still beautiful, after all those years. Thanks to anyone who may still be stopping by here. And if you are on Facebook, do stop by Owen Phillips Photography France ...
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Random Light ? You Decide...

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If you have been reading this blog for any length of time you know there is no religious orientation presented here whatsoever, nor is there any leaning toward paranormal or otherworldly experiences. This page has never been about anything other than presenting photographs I've made over the years, in my own simple way, with plain words.
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A month ago, at the end of January, I had the pleasure of spending a cold, windy afternoon in Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris in the good company of Mary G., Virginia J., Peter O., and la Grenouille, with no other purpose than to stroll and take some cemetery photographs, as we all enjoy doing. It was Mary who suggested I take a look at the tomb of the well known French glass artist Rene Lalique, as there was an interesting sculpted glass crucifixion scene to see on it. Here is a front view:
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This second image is actually the first photo I shot that day of the glass crucifixion scene shown above. I was trying to catch a reflection on the surface of the glass, as reflection photos are another of my interests. When I got home that night I thought this image was rather unusual. What do you think ? What do you see in this photo ? Is what you see here the result of a random of play of light in the glass ? If not, than what do you think of this and what might explain it ? I would really like to hear your opinion.
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Mary G. even took a photo of me taking a photo of Lalique's tomb that afternoon... and very kindly sent it along to me after she got back home to the States... Thanks Again Mary !
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Another Cemetery Reflection...

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Strolling in Pere Lachaise Cemetery the other day with Virginia, Mary, Peter, and la Grenouille, saw this reflection on polished black stone, and thought, of course, of Weekend Reflections.
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Sorry to be so absent here, but have been spending more time over a the Facebook page, link in sidebar. Hope everyone had a happy Valentine's Day...
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Le Destin : Destiny Will Deliver Us

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Que l'on se montre ou se cache
Que l'on soit faible or fort
Le Destin nous arrache
Et nous livre à la Mort
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Whether we show ourselves or we hide
Whether we are weak or strong
Destiny will tear us away
And deliver us unto Death
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Seen in a cemetery north of Paris in the Oise. Hard to argue with logic like that.
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Tombstone Blues

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If you have been looking at these pages for any length of time, you know I love cemeteries, and you also know I love reflected light. So when I came across this puddle reflection on a tombstone after a rainstorm, I was close to heaven. And funny, the blue sky in the reflection is much closer to the real color than the bits of sky visible through the trees. So much dark surface in this image that the metering caused the real sky to get burned out a bit. This was in the Pantin-Aubervilliers Cemetery, just outside Paris, which at 107 hectares, or 264 acres, is the largest cemetery in France. And for another take on Tombstone Blues... click here. And as it is the weekend, and this is a reflection, let's put it up on Weekend Reflections over at James' place.
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