10-27-13 “What You Are Now, We Once Were. . . “

2013 10-27 "What You Are Now, We Once Were" by Watertown, South Dakota, photographer Scott Shephard

In all of my travels, perhaps the most bizarre place I have ever visited is the Capuchin Crypt in Rome. I have no photos of my own of this place because photography is prohibited, but here’s a photo that gives you a sense of the place. It has room after room decorated with the bones of deceased monks. Hanging in the crypt near the many skeletons is a plaque that reads: “What you are now, we once were. What we are now, you will be.” That’s a happy thought, isn’t it?

When I see vast fields of withered sunflowers, I can’t help but think of this plaque, because, to me, dried sunflowers look like withered skeletons hanging their heads. Like all flowers, they show their beauty and all too soon, they pass on. Just like us, I suppose. . .

Astute readers of this blog may be inclined to think that, combined with yesterday’s post, I am on an existential kick. “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace” blah, blah, blah.

But don’t worry. I am happy, well adjusted and I rarely recite somber soliloquies like Macbeth’s. I’ll try to find something bright and happy for tomorrow’s post.

Canon 5DIII 1/640s f/4.0 ISO100 102mm

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4 thoughts

    • Sunflowers are a cash crop, though this particular field seems to have heads that are much smaller than many I’ve seen. Here’s a similar field (with bigger heads, I think) in full glory. Farmers often spray the fields shortly after the crop flowers with some kind of killer to speed that harvest process. Euthanasia? http://wp.me/aOvBm-1vd

      • Really? I never thought they would kill them, then harvest them. How interesting…definitely a seasonal post.

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