Debbie illustrated her stanza of TS Elliot’s The Waste Land poem beautifully with references to Margate. The name reference made me laugh as I had just read another reason that he added an S to his name. As I am not English and don’t have a vast amount of photos from my times in England to illustrate my post, I shall have to with what I have here.
From the same poem, which has many stanzas, I have chosen this stanza and I feel my photo may be an Aussie interpretation. You have to know a bit about Australian insects and their behaviour to fully understand the part of the poem and my photo interpretation. All works well up to the last line. For those who could be unaware of my liking for all things in nature and could have an aversion to spiders, perhaps read the wonderful verse but proceed no further or as I would like, that you do have a quick peek to understand my reasoning for including this photo to match the poem.
“She turns and looks a moment in the glass, Hardly aware of her departed lover; Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass: “Well now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over.” When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smoothes her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.”
This a post of why did I take that photo? In Tina’s post one of the reasons she used was “just because” so that is the mantra for my post. I started out with a search for those weird photos that I have used before but that’s not really what is wanted. I changed my post and idea to Things Found on the Street which is in keeping with “just because” as well.
I know that everyone is interested in nail holes and nails so here you go but please try to contain yourself
A horrible end to an innocent shopping trolley in the shopping centre car park. A moments silence mat be appropriate
While in a sombre mood, this toy seemed to have met a terrible end at the hands of the mob with only the head remaining on the street, possibly as a warning to any other toy wanting to cross the mob
This is on the road to my place. An ancient tin can that has been embedded into the road surface for time immemorial. This is now an historical photo as the road has been resurfaced a few time since
Of course you would have to stay off the wet paint on the grass in the middle of a field. I am glad the sign was laminated so the paint could just wipe off. I did check my besties boots but they didn’t show signs of paint
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