How many traces will be left after that demolition dinosaur is done?
This is for Paula at Lost in Translation’s Thursday’s Special – Traces of the past.
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And a good time was had by all
Obviously, traces of a recent past. Carrying your glass bottles to recycling containers is almost second nature to many Germans, so much so that the capacity of the containers cannot keep up with the thirst of the collectors.
For Paula’s recurring challenge Traces of the Past, a Thursday’s Special.
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Set in stone
Paula over at Black & White Sunday was asking once again for traces of the past and posted a beautiful shot of Bamburgh Castle on the north east coast of England. I decided to go closer and show a close up of a stones, in this case of the portcullis of a castle’s entrance, in this case of — Bamburgh Castle on the north east coast of England.
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Just a drop
Traces of the past in more ways than one. The fountain in front of the main building of the Ludwigs-Maximilians-Universität in München (Munich, Germany) was built in the middle of the 19th century. It has a pendant across the street.
The place is called Geschwister-Scholl-Platz in remembrance of the students Sophie and Hans Scholl who died because of their protest against the nazi regime.
And lastly, I stood in this fountain with about 20 others many years ago when I was a student there and the picture was taken for an election poster for the students’ council.
Thursday’s Special – more Traces of the Past can be found here.
Date me
Builders often write the year the house was built, often together with their name or initials, somewhere over a door or a window. This is just a small collection from close to where I live, all done in rose-tinted sandstone, which is often used in our area.
for Thursday’s Special: Traces of the Past
https://bopaula.wordpress.com/2017/09/21/thursdays-special-traces-of-the-past-y3-09/
Past and present
Paula’s prompt (traces of the past) and her use of selective colour started me thinking. We live in the colourful now and the past is often perceived only as little more than shadows, captured in stones, reflected in photos. But the past can also be much more colourful and have a remarkable presence which lets our mundane life seem pale in comparison, depending on where our focus lies.
Which version comes closer to your vision?
(The photo was taken at Lorsch abbey in Germany.)
https://bopaula.wordpress.com/2017/08/20/black-white-sunday-traces-of-the-past-y3-08/
Vellibia Ertola
Traces of the past are everywhere around us – whether they are from millions or billions of years ago or from last week.
Some of these traces are stored in museums, artefacts of times gone by. Few have touched me as much as this tombstone of a little girl called Vellibia Ertola (which we saw in “Chesters Roman Fort and Museum”, built on the site of Cilurnum, a Roman fort that was part of Hadrian’s Wall in Northumberland). On her tombstone she is depicted holding a ball, and the inscription below reads: “she lived most happily for four years and sixty days”.
Ancient civilisations are usually depicted as cultures of adults. When children are mentioned at all it is mostly in their capacity as offspring, descendants, heirs. But here we see love shining through the grief that built an expensive tomb, a love that is so tangible because it shows an actual four-year-old with a toy and whose happy life is remembered, every single day of it.
For me, this created a unique connection with these parents of almost 2000 years ago which I never felt for any Roman soldier, politician, merchant, slave, even poet.
Überall um uns sehen wir Spuren vergangener Zeiten – manche Millionen oder gar Milliarden Jahre alt, manche von letzter Woche.
Manche dieser Spuren werden in Museen aufbewahrt, Gegenstände aus vergangenen Zeiten. Selten hat mich etwas mehr berührt als dieser Grabstein eines kleinen Mädchens namens Villibia Ertola (in “Chesters Roman Fort and Museum”, erbaut an der Stätte des römischen Kastells Cilurnum am Hadrianswall in Northumberland). Auf ihrem Grabstein sieht man das Bild eines kleinen Mädchens mit einem Ball in der Hand und die Inschrift darunter lautet: „sie lebte höchst glücklich vier Jahre und sechzig Tage lang“.
Alte Zivilisationen werden normalerweise als Kulturen von Erwachsenen dargestellt. Wenn Kinder überhaupt erwähnt werden, so hauptsächlich in ihrer Eigenschaft als Abkömmlinge, Nachfahren, Erben. Aber hier scheint Liebe durch die Trauer, die ein teures Grabmal baute, eine Liebe, die so greifbar ist, weil sie ein richtiges vierjähriges Kind mit einem Spielzeug zeigt, an dessen glückliches Leben erinnert wird, an jeden einzelnen Tag davon.
Für mich erzeugt dies eine einzigartige Verbindung mit diesen Eltern von vor fast 2000 Jahren, die ich nie für einen römischen Soldaten, Politiker, Händler, Sklave, selbst Dichter gefühlt habe.
https://bopaula.wordpress.com/2017/07/13/thursdays-special-traces-of-the-past-y3-07/
Mein Hut, der kennt Geschichten – My hat, it knows some stories
Taking part in Paula’s photo challenge “traces of the past” (in monochrome) I thought it was fitting to showcase a part of my past (no, I’m not THAT old).
This tower – dating back to the second half of the 13th century – has dominated my childhood as it cast its shadow over the garden behind our house. It owes its name “der blaue Hut” (the blue hat) from the former, long gone slate blue roof.
This view shows how it was once part of the town wall of Weinheim an der Bergstraße, Germany, but now stands at the border between the town and the palace grounds.
At night it looks eerie and forbidding – reminiscent of its past as jail.
And from the right angle it complements the ruin of the “Burg Windeck” which is another 150 years older.
https://bopaula.wordpress.com/2017/06/11/black-white-sunday-traces-of-the-past-y2-06-2/
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