Calvary Color Shots

From fields where glory does not stay and

Early though the laurel grows

It withers quicker than the rose...

And round that early laurelled head

Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead

And find unwirthered on it's curls

The garland ...AE Housman

The Grave is but a covered bridge,

Leading from Light to Light

Through a brief DarknessI can not see what flowers are at my feet,

Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,

But, in embalmed darkness guess each sweet scent Art is long and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts though stout and brave,

Still like muffled drums are beating

Funeral marches to the grave

One of My Favorite Shots

My Grief Lies All Within

And these external manners of Lament

Are Merely Shadows To The Unseen Grief That Swells with Silence
In that Tortured Soul

Pics by Me

Words by W. Shakespeare

Cineri gloria sera est

Cineri Gloria Sera Est

Glory Paid To Ashes Comes Too Late

Pray For Us Sinners

Queen of Los Angeles

Hail Mary,

Pray for us sinners,

Now and at the hour of our Death I love this shot! It seems to just depict Los Angeles perfectly for me. The palm trees, the history, the Catholic influence. Perhaps the reason the image calls to be is that reminds me of my childhood. I attended a private Catholic School and we always celebrated Mary as the "Queen of the Angles". The phrasing was perfect with this image, Queen of Los Angeles.
Her face appears so serene. I must admit that depictions of Mary were always my favorite of all the religious works I was forced to endure. And I will also say this, the true meaning behind the Rosary was to meditate (much like Buddhist) and be at peace , so I did enjoy that also.
Do you suppose she's looking at me thinking "Why do you always say you used to be Catholic?"