tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post8091553288536320167..comments2023-11-05T06:57:26.677-05:00Comments on The Weather in the Streets: Phebe Jane, Clarissa, Rebecca, Allice, Olive, NancyLeahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14061893047279652658noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-73888979192116959622011-07-18T14:22:22.196-04:002011-07-18T14:22:22.196-04:00Graveyards are so much more comforting than cemete...Graveyards are so much more comforting than cemeteries but I want to be scattered to the four winds. Later on.Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01529798893653033970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-31233028953486340682011-07-18T05:02:22.409-04:002011-07-18T05:02:22.409-04:00Great writing to compliment your photos.Great writing to compliment your photos.Doctor FTSEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10052101566471519778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-87147122603026605292011-07-17T19:39:53.910-04:002011-07-17T19:39:53.910-04:00reading your prose, i suddenly felt warmer, and it...reading your prose, i suddenly felt warmer, and it is hot enough already here...<br /><br />evocative...<br />nice. <br />more?<br />(yeah, i'm a man of a few words...)<br />:)~<br />HUGZBruno Lalibertéhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-21693428039823770592011-07-17T16:11:52.063-04:002011-07-17T16:11:52.063-04:00I love to walk among the gravestones and wonder to...I love to walk among the gravestones and wonder too. Nice post.Kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06413795611563683135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-54550872729900448142011-07-17T14:45:58.198-04:002011-07-17T14:45:58.198-04:00Beautifully done!Beautifully done!Christine H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09786732494496282743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-24520379194655513692011-07-17T13:48:25.752-04:002011-07-17T13:48:25.752-04:00When I read your post the last thing I was expecti...When I read your post the last thing I was expecting was to see gravstones. Now I must check out the local churchyard.Bob Scotneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00662958579705940009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-8439573219280627902011-07-17T12:35:44.458-04:002011-07-17T12:35:44.458-04:00Astonishing how images can be so poetic and words ...Astonishing how images can be so poetic and words can be so visual. Masterful.Alan Burnetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-2321533376936693292011-07-17T12:13:37.342-04:002011-07-17T12:13:37.342-04:00There's always something to discover in a ceme...There's always something to discover in a cemetery.<br /><br />I'm exploring Mount Royal Cemetery in Montreal next weekend.The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-85436515281912307072011-07-17T03:51:46.477-04:002011-07-17T03:51:46.477-04:00The dexterity of description goes before you once ...The dexterity of description goes before you once again Leah. The last line... as near to perfection as it gets.<br /> <br />Where others, so unseeing, read only at a glimpse, I can taste each feeling as they take control of your pen.Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06876631508280097974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-24548688788997426682011-07-16T21:29:14.497-04:002011-07-16T21:29:14.497-04:00Oh dear ...Oh dear ...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-49832716826438539442011-07-16T21:09:53.406-04:002011-07-16T21:09:53.406-04:00Those are nice old-fashioned names on the old grav...Those are nice old-fashioned names on the old gravestones.Postcardyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16399915833682943432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-75506017664931641162011-07-16T18:13:33.589-04:002011-07-16T18:13:33.589-04:00Your text is more poetry than pose. As for your ol...Your text is more poetry than pose. As for your old photos, like the gravestones, they are reminders of that which no longer exists.Snowbrushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00436087215476479042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-14826532716609655832011-07-16T18:04:05.784-04:002011-07-16T18:04:05.784-04:00A shiver, a shudder, a thought-provoking post!A shiver, a shudder, a thought-provoking post!Little Nellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11862657943846727987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-64889151092411527222011-07-16T17:19:13.969-04:002011-07-16T17:19:13.969-04:00With you, I wonder about the lives of my ancestors...With you, I wonder about the lives of my ancestors who lie below the gravestones. Sometimes we learn a little but it's always such a little compared to a whole life lived. Great photos and post, Leah. Thanks.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545649522016852351.post-13622097304007664322011-07-16T16:39:52.360-04:002011-07-16T16:39:52.360-04:00nice...i grew up by a graveyard used to walk among...nice...i grew up by a graveyard used to walk among the names...heck we used to play there as kids...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com