St Georgen cemetery III, June 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
Tuesday, 30 June 2015
Monday, 29 June 2015
St Petri Cemetery (2)
Rose in St Petri cemetery, June 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.
Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..."
"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Sunday, 28 June 2015
Saturday, 27 June 2015
Friday, 26 June 2015
Thursday, 25 June 2015
Friday, 19 June 2015
Wednesday, 17 June 2015
Columbiadamm Cemetery (5)
Columbiadamm cemetery, May 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Sunday, 14 June 2015
Tuesday, 9 June 2015
Monday, 8 June 2015
Sunday, 7 June 2015
Thursday, 4 June 2015
Tuesday, 2 June 2015
Monday, 1 June 2015
Jerusalems und Neue Kirche IV Cemetery (10)
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