GRIEFSTRICKEN
I grew up in Flanders in the shadow of the poppies, remembrance of the wars never far away. Everywhere you go, there are graveyards, English, American, Canadian, Polish, South-African, Australian...
As a child, it is just part of the countryside, pretty, neat rows of stones and flowers.
Then, the age of awareness comes, you want to know and understand.
The adults'd rather not talk about it, their gaze becoming distant and full of sorrow and hidden, unspoken suffering ...
This is again 2 images, one a work of Art in the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, the other one of my poppies which I took in Flanders.
Thanx, M, (*_*)
MORE HERE: magdaindigo.blogspot.co.uk/2007/06/in-shadow-of-flanders-...
GRIEFSTRICKEN
I grew up in Flanders in the shadow of the poppies, remembrance of the wars never far away. Everywhere you go, there are graveyards, English, American, Canadian, Polish, South-African, Australian...
As a child, it is just part of the countryside, pretty, neat rows of stones and flowers.
Then, the age of awareness comes, you want to know and understand.
The adults'd rather not talk about it, their gaze becoming distant and full of sorrow and hidden, unspoken suffering ...
This is again 2 images, one a work of Art in the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, the other one of my poppies which I took in Flanders.
Thanx, M, (*_*)
MORE HERE: magdaindigo.blogspot.co.uk/2007/06/in-shadow-of-flanders-...