The sun is setting on an entire year today. New Year’s Eve always makes me melancholy. The last thing I want to do with it is celebrate.
Posts tagged "graveyard"
I want this to be my grave. Think the owner would mind giving it up? Or sharing?
(photo taken in Highgate East Cemetery, Feb. 2011)
“Flies come before he’s well dead… They wouldn’t care about the smell of it. Saltwhite crumbling mush of corpse; smell, taste like raw white turnips.” James Joyce, Ulysses
(Photo taken in the gorgeous Highgate Cemetery in London)
I like the way time has worn the faces off of these statues — the forgotten faces of the dead. Taken in Bromley Cemetery, London, February 2011.
This dude obviously had STYLE. Not to mention an offbeat sense of humor… Highgate East Cemetery, taken in February, 2011.
Compare and contrast. Sacred and profane? Highgate Cemetery in London, England and Hackney Cemetery in Riverview, FL.
Death, the leveler,
Renders even your teapot
Inexplicable.
(photo taken in Highgate Cemetery, February 2011. My sincere thanks to the person who left that teapot there. Rarely have the concepts of absurdity and incongruity been so simply and precisely illustrated.)
The inner workings of my brain, such as it is, mostly in pictures. -- All photos were taken by me, unless otherwise noted.
