evidently i should read my friends page the other way up, & not comment so hastily! (: ('tis magical, and sad besides. i cannot comprehend so much water, let alone so much cold.)
(i was remembering the photos you took there...you should send me some! i can ftp them to my site and then send you links so you can post them in your journal, if you'd like...)
thanks - actually i snapped this one by accident as the battery died, i didn't even think i took the picture. i wanted to show an entirely different section of the ice. oh well.
[ wow. in a way, and i'm not sure why, it reminds me of a photograph i took when i was in grade ten. we went on an excursion to st helena island, an old penal leper colony that was used during the first fleet days. my image is not as wonderful as yours (which is hardly surprising) but that same sense pervades -- it was of a windswept graveyard, surrounded by white picket fencing, long blades of grass whipping in the wind, shot through with wild daisies, and gravestones and crosses visible, many of which had been there since the 17 and 1800s. ]
i wish i could capture the look of the place a little better - the light was all wrong this morning, although i did bring my camera with me again. when spring comes i want to actually go in there and see some of the old graves - i love the ornate carvings some of them have, skulls & hourglasses with wings attached, etc. a group of the headstones are from the battle of bunker hill, and another section, unmarked, is of a black massachusetts regiment from the civil war.
the st helena's graveyard sounds absolutely beautiful - i can see it exactly.
i'll never forget the first time i ever saw an old grave up close - my grandparents took my cousin & i to a lake cabin in canada, and along the road under a little wooden shelter was the gravestone of frances somebody, age 19, who had died of smallpox in the late 1700s. he had been buried all the way on the other side of the lake from his village, so as not to contaminate the soil. (i was very disappointed to learn that frances was a boy's name and not a girl's name. it spoiled my whole romantic vision of the thing.)
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Date: 2003-02-25 12:07 pm (UTC)oh!
(how thick?
& its cause?)
thaw vs freeze.
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Date: 2003-02-25 02:45 pm (UTC)evidently i should read my friends page the other way up, & not comment so hastily! (:
('tis magical, and sad besides. i cannot comprehend so much water, let alone so much cold.)
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Date: 2003-02-26 06:20 am (UTC)the st helena's graveyard sounds absolutely beautiful - i can see it exactly.
i'll never forget the first time i ever saw an old grave up close - my grandparents took my cousin & i to a lake cabin in canada, and along the road under a little wooden shelter was the gravestone of frances somebody, age 19, who had died of smallpox in the late 1700s. he had been buried all the way on the other side of the lake from his village, so as not to contaminate the soil. (i was very disappointed to learn that frances was a boy's name and not a girl's name. it spoiled my whole romantic vision of the thing.)
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