I got to thinking of Andalucia…
i was there
in 2006
wandering (lonely as a cloud)
alone
barely speaking the language (i assure you, i got by)
i took many photos
in my last days of traveling
i was so lonely
and yearned to share the beauty with someone
anyone
i took many photos.
but too many to deal with
so i’m taking bites as they occur to me
this week i’ve been thinking of the Klu Klux Klan
from the land i grew up in
and how they stole a costume they saw
misappropriated
from Holy Week in southern Spain
a costume that makes you ignorant and anonymous in front of the Lord
it was shocking for me to see it
a family affair
fathers proud of their sons
walking barefoot
bearing the burden
of our saviour
of our city
our culture
i dunno
i was happy to be stuck in the throng
here’s a hundred something images from a few days a few years ago
http://www.flickr.com/photos/dominicvine/sets/72157623628091649/
