For some unfathomable reason
I've been hearing about alot of deaths of late
Guess that's part of life
A part we don't like to think about
Here today, far gone tomorrow
Over the rainbow
Across the river Styx
And those who remain behind
Must carry on
Waiting their turn
Getting on with the daily inanities, insanities
Of our oh so modern lives
Lives that maybe leave us poorly equipped
For the day that phone call comes
Saying someone close is gone
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Over at More Canterbury Tales, Amanda just did a beautiful post about a series of roadside memorials she saw the other day, and stopped to photograph. If I may echo her post here, on a road I take to work there is a cross I stopped to photograph not long ago . . . with similar thoughts in mind, on the vagaries of life. And Jo at a Majority of Two also just did one of the most touching, poignant posts I've ever read about the subject.
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Quoi que l'on fasse
Où que l'on soit
Rien ne s'efface
On pense à toi
A notre amour
Julien 18 ans
25 janvier 2006
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Whatever we do
Wherever we are
Nothing is forgotten
We think of you
Our Love
Julien 18 years old
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And as we make our way through our daily lives, our various paths, we all have our demons, some have perhaps done a better job than others at exorcising them, but we all have demons . . . and sometimes, as seems to be happening here, the demons carry us off, to wherever, and they seem to be enjoying their work. Impacts on the wall would be from shrapnel or bullets from World War I . . .
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In a cemetery the other day, this broken stained glass, with traces of corroding copper on the wall caught my eye. Nothing lasts . . . this photo is the "natural" version . . .
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And this is the "un-natural" version . . . in the garish light of a nuclear explosion ?
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And on a slightly lighter olfactory note, in the comments on the post just below this one, @eloh (her blog is elohssanatahw) described a toilet she had seen in France years ago, which sounded to me to be the classic Turkish toilet, as they are called here, or Turkish shoe-wash if you like, and she asked if I'd ever seen one like what she was describing. Well, I have, they are rather common still in many places in France. I spotted a two-seater, lacking the seats of course, recently while out strolling in the Brittany city of Morlaix. So, this is more proof for those who doubt, there do exist some public toilets in France . . . even if they stink to high heaven . . .
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