a photo/picture says so much, without any need words bb, stark names, carved into wood or metal tells not of the pain left behind… but the water streak speaks volumes..
Lovely verses too my friend. So much tragedy in the loss of lives cut short.. xPenx
Thanks, Charles. I do wonder how the families feel about the countless strangers passing through this space – I suspect some don’t mind but others do a great deal.
I take the photo first, think later. I feel our subconscious works faster than our working mind. And isn’t that what signs and symbols are for? To draw our unconscious mind away from its own preoccupations towards someone else’s story? Lovely post….
You make a very good point about signs and symbols, Kate. This gesture just stopped my heart and compelled me to later search for and read what I could find of this man’s story.
Hi Sana – this is really just raising questions about what we are doing when we take a photograph in a public space.
The gesture of the religious token placed there, a gesture of love and mourning, is what drew me to take the photo, but seeing the water marks (which wouldn’t have been there long) really put my heart in my throat and made me think about who might have put them there and what they might be feeling at that moment.
Later, I saw a name elsewhere there which is identical in first and last to my brother’s and that made me think about how if it was truly his name I would feel if strangers were posing smilingly in front of it. I was there with friends and afterwards I realized that there was an implicit agreement about not taking photos of each other in this space, and I thought a lot about why that should be so. I am not saying it is necessarily right or wrong to do so, but just how I thought I might feel about these things it if I had lost someone I loved there.
Thanks, Sana – interesting that last night I read a poem by someone who was there on 9/11 and now 10 years later is thinking about the tourists and their cameras – no overt judgement, but just thinking about it…
I would be happy for people to take photos of Stephen’s memorial tree. In fact I have seen someone do so when I walked away after leaving flowers at its base. I want people to see his name, to wonder who he was, to perhaps look him up on google, to know that he was deeply loved and always remembered.
Pretty strong image and message. The poem on its own, out of this immediate context, open a little wider to intepretation and makes a very nice metaphor about us taking pictures first and then examining what we took pictures of later.
a photo/picture says so much, without any need words bb, stark names, carved into wood or metal tells not of the pain left behind… but the water streak speaks volumes..
Lovely verses too my friend. So much tragedy in the loss of lives cut short.. xPenx
Thanks, Pen – just overwhelming sadness in these gestures of love and grief
Very sad …
So many names there, Cin. And now so many names in other parts of the world as a result – senseless, all of it
Nice Entry thanks for sharing
Thanks, Jake
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Wonderful wonder. The last line is perfect.
Thanks, Nancy. Sometimes we walk a very fine ethical line in taking photos and, particularly, in sharing them publicly.
The combination of the photo and words are a perfect message together…well done.
Thanks, Charles. I do wonder how the families feel about the countless strangers passing through this space – I suspect some don’t mind but others do a great deal.
I take the photo first, think later. I feel our subconscious works faster than our working mind. And isn’t that what signs and symbols are for? To draw our unconscious mind away from its own preoccupations towards someone else’s story? Lovely post….
You make a very good point about signs and symbols, Kate. This gesture just stopped my heart and compelled me to later search for and read what I could find of this man’s story.
Thanks for your comment.
nice interchange u two. thx
a great entry for this week
Thanks for dropping by, Jo, and taking the time to comment.
i wonder if this speaks of how u see yourself? we can b so tough to please. hugs
Hi Sana – this is really just raising questions about what we are doing when we take a photograph in a public space.
The gesture of the religious token placed there, a gesture of love and mourning, is what drew me to take the photo, but seeing the water marks (which wouldn’t have been there long) really put my heart in my throat and made me think about who might have put them there and what they might be feeling at that moment.
Later, I saw a name elsewhere there which is identical in first and last to my brother’s and that made me think about how if it was truly his name I would feel if strangers were posing smilingly in front of it. I was there with friends and afterwards I realized that there was an implicit agreement about not taking photos of each other in this space, and I thought a lot about why that should be so. I am not saying it is necessarily right or wrong to do so, but just how I thought I might feel about these things it if I had lost someone I loved there.
Thanks for your comment.
thank blue. u r such a sweetie to walk me through this. i can see your thoughts’-trail and hear u.
Thanks, Sana – interesting that last night I read a poem by someone who was there on 9/11 and now 10 years later is thinking about the tourists and their cameras – no overt judgement, but just thinking about it…
Instinct is often right on the ball, Bb. This post is, to me, awe-inspiring and honouring the departed.
Thanks, Adee – “always trust your instinct” is, indeed, good advice – something my Mum has always said
I’d say there is also a chance that that person would have been honored to have name, symbol and tears immortalized in word and image. 🙂
These symbols and gestures keep the memory alive. Thanks for stopping by and commenting, Jessicamarie.
Great BB. I love the twist in the tail.
John
Thanks, John.
I would be happy for people to take photos of Stephen’s memorial tree. In fact I have seen someone do so when I walked away after leaving flowers at its base. I want people to see his name, to wonder who he was, to perhaps look him up on google, to know that he was deeply loved and always remembered.
Valued insights, Nursemyra. I can fully appreciate these sentiments.
lovely bluebee !
Thanks, Eva
Love it! I like the way you tied it back to the oaks (maybe you have a series here).
Thanks, Gabe – maybe so
Great picture. I love the simplicity.
Thanks, GG
Love this one – power in brevity! And that last line really takes the poem somewhere else
Thanks, Ashley
Excellent!
Thanks, Mohana, and welcome to my blog 😀
Pretty strong image and message. The poem on its own, out of this immediate context, open a little wider to intepretation and makes a very nice metaphor about us taking pictures first and then examining what we took pictures of later.
Thanks, Zumpoems – seeing through the lens can both enhance and detract from the experience of observing
Perfect piece of wordsmithing – love it!
Thanks, Julie