Gert and I were wandering through the beautiful village of Collonges la Rouge when I looked up and noticed this sculpture with the standard stunning old house as a background.
I'd like to return to the village one day, with time to explore and wander some more.
If Oradour-sur-Glane was about remembering the viciousness of a nazi past, then Collonges la Rouge was about peace and beauty, about survival, and the gentle merging of the past with the present.
I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
And there she was ...
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the long vertical lines from the statue and the old house tower in the background are stunning
Hey thank you. I saw but couldn't have described exactly what it was that captured me about that scene.
The problem of instinctive over reasoned photography ... :)
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