Fallen Angel

Today is one of those days I do not know whether to be angry or sad and in all honestly I think it is both together.

Angels have been a bit of a theme over the last week, mostly musically related. Rush are a Canadian Rock band, some say Prog, maybe so but over the years their ever changing style has transcended the various genres of rock and metal that have come and gone passing fads in many cases. Why does this relate to angels... Their latest album is entitled Clockwork Angels another brilliant piece of music and lyrics that evoke images in the minds eye like no other band, the lyrics are all written by Neil Peart, the band's drummer and are erudite, sophisticated and very cleverly composed to lead the reader other listener on a magical journey.

Enough of my fan adoration; tonight I was bereft of a Blip and lacking a little in inspiration I walked to the local cemetery, it sits on a low hill on the edge of the village, affording it a place a little closer to heaven than the mortals below... our Victorian ancestors liked their sense of importance, not more so in remembering their loved ones gone before. I walked among the familiar graves bearing familiar local names in the old part of the cemetery some of my own ancestors among them, in some of the newer areas one of my friend killed in a motorcycle accident about 200 yards from where he now lies, a waste of a young life.

My sadness was not from my family or friend; there are two graves in our little cemetery that remembered servicemen who fell in WWI. Both headstones had set into them the Next of Kin Bronze Memorial Plaques. When I was trying to get over my illness at the turn of the year I went to the cemetery a lot, I could walk undisturbed, without the prying questions masked as concern. I actually photographed the plaques before I started Blipping... I think you may have guessed by now that some mindless person has prised them from their mount and removed them. Horrified, anger, sadness all of these emotions coursed through my mind; the abhorrence of the actions of these people is beyond my comprehension. I hope these people realise what they have done, this desecration can never be remediated, these plaques were unique and have been lost forever and that in essence makes me sad tonight. Part of their memory has been lost and part of the history of our little village lost with them!

Todays shot is a turning angel, laurel wreath in hand wings starting to unfold to ascend. I hope you enjoy the shot and will forgive me my ranting journal today