Surrounded by story

This post is an exercise in trying something new, technically speaking. The content is old, pretty and uplifting, even though it’s from a cemetery. Italy is alive in death too.

If you click on the photo below, you will see the difference. Alert! Come back here! There are only photos there, no text.

As Sara from The Rover in Leather Jacket told me, uploading photos to my flickr account and embedding them from there would considerably prolong the life of this blog. We shall try this out immediately, with the twenty photos from the pretty and stylish Non-Catholic Cemetery in Rome.

I posted flowers and plants from this cemetery as well as the pyramid’s and other doors already, but it is so full of big and little details that I have enough material for at least two more posts beside this one.

Amore said: “Look at this, it’s not engraved. It’s convex. They had to remove all the rest of the stone.”

So far so good, no matter how time-consuming it is until I get the hang of it. Options are limited, though.

I love the recurrent theme of books and reading. I mean really, what else can one do when dead?

I love the “anything goes” feel of it, the languages, the symbols, the religions. Crosses still prevail.

Somebody liked horses. And another Milan’s Cathedral (at least I suspect this is what it is).

There is surprising tenderness.

And then an image rolled in that struck a chord and I still wonder why it looks so familiar.

Mr. William made this for his wife Emelyn. It is called “Angel of Grief”. Maybe it’s their surname that rings the bell. It is “Story”.

Maybe I just remember it from a Faith No More album cover (nahh, I checked). Or maybe this is how I feel when I’m really really tired.

And now click on the photo below and you should be able to view the photos again on flickr in peace without my babbling. And imagine all the stories.

We are surrounded by story.
—Alice McDermott

Photo: © signature mmm