Sunday, October 23, 2011
Leaving Stones
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In keeping with the Jewish tradition of leaving a stone on the gravestone as a way to honor that person with their visit.
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- Virginia
- Birmingham, AL, United States
- I am a former elementary school teacher, a full-time photographer, lover of all things French ( whose French is slowly improving), obsessive Paris traveler, enthusiastic church and community volunteer, and grandmother to 5 delightful grandchildren.
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I fell in love with Paris in March 2007. It was as the French say, le coup de foudre : love at first sight. As a result of that trip, my photography took another direction. Since that time I have pursued a career of sorts in photography and dreamed of returning to the City of Light. November 2008 found me strolling the streets of Paris once again. My first visit I was so overwhelmed with the incredible beauty of the city, I photographed it as a "tourist". In 2008 I returned and I looked at the city with more of a photographer's eye. I wanted to capture the unique, the small details, and oh yes - the people! This blog was started as a photo diary of that trip, but I have been most fortunate to return to the city j'adore 15 times since. Each time I leave, I wipe a tear and start planning my list for the next trip. Paris may well be a moveable feast, but I think it's best savored in person! Someone told me that once you have been to Paris, you will leave a piece of your heart. I left mine right there, but I brought home some wonderful memories. It is my pleasure to share them with you.
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10 comments:
Joli message...
Gros bisous
So beautiful...so fabulous my dear.Anita
Is that what Bob Dylan meant when he said "Everybody must get..." wait, probably not.
I like that idea Virginia, I might just leave a little something with Mum and Dad next time, even though we're not Jewish it's such a real way to show that you've been!
What a nice tradition and you have captured it beautifully.
An 'interesting' tradition.
This tradition seems to be migrating to other religions. My Irish uncle was buried a month ago and several people placed stones on his grave. It seemed very appropriate. I might start doing it myself.
What a lovely composition, V! Bon dimanche --
A very touching tradition. Small gestures, large meanings...
Cela semble de plus en plus pratiqué, même pour les non juifs, je ne sais pas pourquoi.
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