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Sunday, May 11, 2008

Gravestone and wildflowers



"...Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten.
When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements..."

From "Words for Departure" (scroll down to see the poem) by Louise Bogan

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And something more.

8 comments:

Lee's River/Zlatovyek said...

Hands across the water, Lori. As in this:

http://www.praguepost.com/articles/2008/04/16/hands-across-the-water.php

(don't miss the added features at the bottom of the article)

Dale said...

(o)

NĂ¡dia Jururu said...

Very interisting: the foto and the poem

kyknoord said...

Could that be a Mason handshake? Irony in stone.

Granny J said...

Our oldest cemetery had wonderful paintbrush and sego lilies -- until a Tidy Lady showed up in town, with a mission to Save the Cemetery.

PS, I was away for two weeks and had a very difficult time choosing which post for my favorite picture. Very, very difficult. Loved the half of the Texas gate.

Janet said...

Nice pic! (I love walking in old graveyards...)

d. chedwick said...

I love the hands on this one, of course. Very interesting symbol.

Larry said...

Nice gravestone shot, Lori! I've seen several of those "clasping hands" stones here in the Hannibal area.