day of the dead


I’ve been thinking about the Day of the Dead; maybe it’s all the leaves fallen from the trees. I’ve never seen the celebrations but I love the sugar skulls and brightly painted skeletons.

In France the day is La Toussaint, All Saint’s Day. When we were in the Pyrenees this Spring we stayed in a house that backed up to the village cemetery. I took pictures of the grave markers, many of which were metal. There was a pile of them stacked against a wall; their “Eternal Regrets” long outlived.

Sad and beautiful.

3 Responses to “day of the dead”

  1. Barb Says:

    I wonder if that particular cemetery was damaged during a war. It would be difficult to put it all back together. Otherwise, I wonder why they are not still marking the appropriate graves.

  2. Eliza Says:

    what an interesting cemetery. I wish I could see it and wander around.

  3. Ellen Says:

    I have always been perplexed by the day of the dead..I have never really understood it…
    We have a few very old family pictures taken of my relatives having a picnic on their relatives graves on Memorial Day..I have never done such a thing.
    We are so removed from death in this culture, everything so tidily tucked away.

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