Please play with me! PLEASE! Brittany spaniel in St. Genie de Fontadit, near Beziers in France.
I could do with a playmate! Donkey in a field – all alone! – Romilly, France.
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Emerging from the shadowed entrance of the Priory Church in El Puerto de Santa Maria a procession begins its slow and somber way through the town. It’s Semana Santa, Holy Week, the week before Easter in Spain.
As she emerges into the evening light, and softly lit by candles, Santa Maria is still shadowed by her canopy.
The ‘engine’ of the float is man power, four across . . . .
. . . . . and six deep . . . . .
carrying what may weigh up to the weight of a small car in close quarters and shadowed for the whole of the procession:
An hour later shadowy figures proceed before the still shadowed saint.
For me, the whole event was overshadowed by the eerie similarity of the religious brotherhood’s garb to the Klu Klux Klan. The brotherhoods or fraternities – members of the parish who dedicate themselves to the Semana Santa processions – began establishing themselves centuries ago and have no association with the Klu Klux Klan, but it is said that the Klan took their idea of the robe and hood from seeing the effect it had on crowds at the processions.
I haven’t for some time posted a silly sign the likes of which can be seen if you click here.
I wrote a poem about the silliest of silly signs which you can see here:
But on a recent visit to Boscastle in Cornwall with its witchcraft associations we stumbled on this:
Don’t go all macho-hurt-pride on me gents. I told you not to read this. Anyway, it was himself who pointed it out to me. I’d have walked right past it. I’m only the photographer.
On a recent trip to Cornwall we returned to a village that had been devastated by floods 10 years ago on the 14th of August 2004. 20,000,000 cubic metres of water ripped through the steep-sided valley and the village of Boscastle that day. Miraculously no one was killed but structural damage was extensive. Sadly the twee but sturdily built sixteenth century stone cottage housing the Harbour Lights shop was completely washed away.
The shop, rebuilt in April 2006 and now a tea room, is comparatively “new:”
This slate plaque, seen above on the left of the new building, gives thanks to those responsible for the rebuilding:
As you can see from the https://www.flickr.com/commons photo of the original building here . . . . .
even the ancient wonky roof-line was copied in the new building!
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