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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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Sunday, January 27, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
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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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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Labels:
Cemeteries,
Graveyards,
Paris,
Reflections
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Every Dog's Dream . . .
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Had just gotten into my car this afternoon after exploring the cemetery behind the wall here. Was about to drive off, when I glanced in the mirror. A flash of red drew my attention, like a bull goaded by a matador. I suddenly had a vision of every dog in the neighborhood stopping by here and lifting a back leg ! Every dog's dream.
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Yes, I admit, it's a bit banal as reflections go. But it will have to do (as in : doggy do !) for today. Now, if you have a dog, tell him or her to come take a look, let's get some tails wagging around the world ! Woof !!! For James' Weekend Reflections... And there is actually a double reflection here, can just see a small splash (that flowing water image again !) of red in the side of the car.
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Had just gotten into my car this afternoon after exploring the cemetery behind the wall here. Was about to drive off, when I glanced in the mirror. A flash of red drew my attention, like a bull goaded by a matador. I suddenly had a vision of every dog in the neighborhood stopping by here and lifting a back leg ! Every dog's dream.
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Yes, I admit, it's a bit banal as reflections go. But it will have to do (as in : doggy do !) for today. Now, if you have a dog, tell him or her to come take a look, let's get some tails wagging around the world ! Woof !!! For James' Weekend Reflections... And there is actually a double reflection here, can just see a small splash (that flowing water image again !) of red in the side of the car.
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