Simply.. un homage....

5/11/2018

I like the sound of this word in French.

I remember seeing one on the top middle stone of the Rialto Bridge in Venice in the early hours one morning about twenty five years ago. It was a small candle, a leaf and if I remember rightly a piece of fruit. A beautiful mystery. A homage to beaury or love, an offering to the gods, who knows...

Another in a remote part of eastern Sweden - a large flat stone, almost circular, part of the top of a low wall. Something about it had prompted an unknown person to carefully place a tiny bunch of flowers in it's centre. A homage to nature perhaps
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I've always called my little collections of things arrangements but looking at this arrangement on the bathroom wall - something to look at while I dry my hands - I see it as un homage to a friend in Sweden whose barn I sketched, to Venice, to joy and to hope in troubled times.

10 Comments

Mary

5/11/2018 02:45:53 pm

The image of that child and the story behind the photo is beautiful and haunting at the same time. I think of Paris just a year after WWII ended. Of what the tiny sprite must have seen in its few short years. Poetry indeed.

Freda

6/11/2018 02:05:31 pm

I was so touched by that image and the idea of someone dressing her up even though materials and fun and celebrations would be in short supply and her little thin legs....

cath

6/11/2018 06:52:04 am

Memory. Discovering Paris on foot in early spring. No map, no plans, just looking and seeing what Paris will show me. One day in passing a small sign I find a tiny exhibition by photographer Edouard Boubat. I spend what in hindsight still seems like hours, looking. When I leave I have a print of a child clothed in leaves to take home with me.

So many years between the me discovering Paris and the woman sitting at her desk looking at the print of a child dressed in autumn leaves. And none at all.

An homage indeed.

Freda

6/11/2018 02:07:59 pm

Do you mean to say you have this same image? Cath that is extraordinary!!! (Mine is a cutting from a newspaper. I have had it for many years.)

cath

6/11/2018 05:36:56 pm

Yes, I could not believe my eyes seeing your homage.

Rosemary

6/11/2018 07:47:24 am

I like the sound of 'un homage' in French, and I like the sound of the words here in English. This post is so lovely, Freda. Together with the pictures, it adds another layer of purpose and meaning to the day, another level of imagination and thinking.

Freda

6/11/2018 02:09:11 pm

The world is so full of such wonderful things at times.....

Lotta link

6/11/2018 10:45:58 am

About a mile from me in a little back lane there is a tap set in a bit of stone wall amongst the undergrowth which provides water from a spring. Quite often people leave fruit and veg there for other people to take, but it always looks like a homage to the water sprites!

Freda

6/11/2018 02:10:41 pm

Isn't that a lovely thing to do? A homage to people's kindness and generosity too.

Julia

7/11/2018 10:51:08 am

These are lovely! A visitor to your home finds insight into your own past, to what moves you, and their own little spark of joy just enjoying it all as much as you do!

Simply.. un homage....

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