Stone Memories . . .

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Well, I suppose I really did have my head in the clouds. Someone broke the chain fairly early on, and the hoped for millions of page hits did not materialize. Sigh. :-)
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Back to the drawing board. Or more precisely, back to the light table, and the editing of photographs taken over the years. Here are a few more from Florence, Italy, in the San Miniato al Monte Cemetery. Shared with you with all my heart.
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Memories in stone
Darkened by soot
Locked in rust
An angel's love
An infant's trust
Broken dreams
A fading photograph
An eternal smile
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Don't Break the Chain . . . or . . . Head In the Clouds . . .

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The purpose of this post, as was the purpose (though less clearly stated perhaps) no doubt of the previous 1166 posts here in the Magic Lantern Show, is to propel this blog into the limelight of international recognition and acclaim from millions of viewers.
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Well, isn't that pretty much the purpose and secret hope of every post on every blog the world over ?
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Now, for that to happen, some "buzz" has to be generated. And for "buzz" to happen, you have to pass this on and tell other people to look at this page. More specifically, you have to tell at least ten other people to look at this post immediately. Not tomorrow, not the next day, but right now !
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And tell each of them to tell ten more of their friends and acquaintances to look at this page. If you decide not to heed this instruction, which has it's roots in an ancient Egyptian prophecy, a forty pound blueberry eating pigeon is going relieve itself in the next day or two on the windshield of your car. You don't have a car ? It will track you down regardless. But if you do obediently follow this non-negotiable order, good fortune will arrive in your life by the truckload starting one month from today. So don't break the chain.
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If just six or seven levels of ten people each passing this on to ten more people occur, there should be over a million page hits here within the next 24 hours. So I am counting on you to not break the chain and incur the wrath of the forty pound pigeon !
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Ok, maybe I have my head in the clouds again. Like the folks in this first photo, which is my contribution to James' Weekend Reflections.
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And speaking of having one's head in the clouds, I was considerably amused by some of the extraordinarily creative images which can be seen by doing a Google Images search for "head in the clouds". And discovered at the same time that there is a movie I hadn't seen or heard of, starring Charlize Theron and Penelope Cruz, by that same title, Head In the Clouds.
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And speaking of James, away from his Reflections page, he has another fine blog called "Something Sighted". On August 24th he posted two photos there, with a subtle play of foreground and background in or out of focus, from the cemetery at the San Miniato al Monte church on the south side of the Arno River in Florence, Italy. Oddly enough, I was also in that same cemetery in June of this year, and of about 75 photos taken there, the very last one was this one, with the same sculpture which appears in James' photos, but from a slightly different angle. Rest in peace, Sylvia. One notable person who was buried there is the author of the Pinocchio story, Carlo Lorenzini, or perhaps better known under his pen name, Carlo Collodi.
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Another sculpture in the San Miniato al Monte cemetery was this infant, gazing at the clouds above.
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This is Lorenzini's tomb in Florence.
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Rivers of Reflections . . .

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When I saw on Friday that James had gone back to Florence for his Weekend Reflections, for a stroll along the Arno, I had but little choice to send another echo flying back. James, I'm sure you will know exactly where each of these was taken from. But no two photos are ever exactly alike, so hoping you, and everyone else out there may enjoy another take on reflections on the Arno in that timeless city of Florence, where one can be tempted to stroll along the river until late into the evening when the sky goes to midnight blue.
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Floored By Florence . . .

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It seems like ages since I posted a reflection photo to participate in James' Weekend Reflections, so it's about time I did. And given that James was back in Florence, Italy with his reflection this weekend, it seemed only fitting that I provide a Florentine echo, given that we were strolling around that lovely city just a few short weeks ago. While visiting the timeless Uffizi Gallery we stepped out on the rooftop terrace where the imposing Palazzo Vecchio was reflected in the chrome dome of a trash can. Well, you know I have a bit of a trashy side to me, so there you go. Actually the first one is a double reflection, as the terrace window was also reflected, with its own reflection within; and I'm stuck in the middle of it, hiding behind the black hole of the camera lens, with la Grenouille looking on, perched on her surprisingly long legs... With a surface like this to shoot in one hardly needs a fisheye lens.
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Now these next two hardly qualify as reflections photos, except for the window lights reflected on the edge of the platters, but I just tossed them in here for a little eye candy, spotted in a Florence shop one evening. Very tempting indeed these candied fruits and marzipan.
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This next one, and a couple of details from it, may be one the stranger reflections I've ever come across. The glass door was oddly lit from within, and had some sort of bizarre green tinting in the glass, giving the street scene reflected in it a sort of dream like quality.
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