This is a brief blog. 2 days ago it was the time that people visited their loved ones’ graves here in Spain – the same custom in France by the way. Anyway, a lot of people clean the grave stones and so forth and bring flowers the day before and think about their dead as they tidy up their resting places. On the actual date it has become a “feista” – in other words an excuse to party. A day off work so definitely a reason to celebrate, and the dead would also agree.
Well, I was inspecting a house I’m doing up in the village for the day that I can’t prune trees in el campo anymore. It so happens the road behind my house is being uprooted and re-laid with new water pipes and sewers etc. Tripping around the jagged street, I spotted this photo opportunity and it crushed me. People in a remote village, being blessed with important improvements, but somehow it looks like war. Of which there is plenty all over the world, especially in Eastern Europe and around Israel. It was the yellow flowers and the glove that did it for me, not to mention the writhing pipes.
Sometimes normal life looks like war. The woman looking at the skies, wondering what she is wondering. The man in the background, somewhat menacing, or maybe judgemental, or maybe none of this. Just annoyed that I was taking a photo.
So here it is.
We’re having the days of the dead internet here as fibre optics are being installed.
No yellow roses but lots of rain, wind and mud….
Rain? I wonder what the looks like. Here dry, winds and fires yet again…
Fantastic photo and a sadly apposite metaphor for our world today
Yes the woman carrying the flowers – and the pain in her heart? the human condition encapsulated
thank you. I sent it to various publications asking for meaningful photos. Not even an acknowledgement so I decided to put it on my little blog.