November 17, 2011

Photo Friday


Sometimes when you die, you're buried and mourners erect a monument to you, somewhat in the shape of an obelisk. Others are buried near you - but not so very near. Years pass, your monument doesn't quite fit inside the cemetery boundaries, sidewalks cover you and pedestrians wonder at this rebel outlier.

I walk pass this gravestone every day, and congratulate whomever it is that compels people years after his death to pass aside.
e.r.


This seemed like as good of a photo as any.
Also, I'll be wearing this costume tomorrow.
Hopefully I will be as happy about it as this guy.
h.s.

2 comments:

  1. H, please tell me how happy you were at the moment you donned this costume.

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