Death Don't Have No Mercy . . .

Along one stretch of marina in Douarnenez, Brittany, several old hulks of ships had been dragged up on the waterside and left to finish their lives there, slowly disintegrating in the public eye. . . many minor changes probably take place daily, but observable change occurs on a longer time scale. . . Death, as taboo a subject as it may be, is all around us. . .

.

.

As mentioned in an earlier post, legends of death abound in Brittany, where a grim reaper like character named Ankou is visible in daily life with sculptures like this one . . .

.

.

.

Long Horns !

When I set out one morning last August from Morlaix to go roam around a bit, little did I guess that later that day I would behold this incredible beast in the small city of Douarnenez, Brittany, France. The circus was in town ! This fellow was looking a little tired, and he had a right to ; I'd be tired as well if I had to carry that pair of horns around all day long. Wow, sure wouldn't want to get skewered on one of those ! ! ! One really has to wonder what evolutionary purpose such an imposing structure could possibly serve ? Not too handy for running in a herd of likewise bestowed critters. Did evolution lead him to this so he could impress the females of his species with (pardon me for stating the obvious !) how horny he is ? ? ?

.

.

.

.