Sunday, September 02, 2012

Backroads 2 - Postcards from Paradise - literally

On the way to the Newman Festival, we drove passed a large roadside shrine.

Me:  Oh. Look!  A Shrine.  I have to get a picture of that.

Marie:  It's on private property.

Me:  The gate is open.  It's visible from the road.  It's an invitation to enter.

Marie:  Okay.  I'm turning around.

Me:  (Happy and excited)

Marie:  They will tell us to leave. 

Me:  Only if they see us and don't want us here.  Anyway, they left the gate open.

Marie:  (Parks)

Me:  (Taking pictures)

This shrine had been around for a while.  The meditation garden is mature.  The posters and pictures are faded.  I think the shrine was in memory of a girl child.  All the little gifts left there were Disney princesses, a pair a white pre-grown up shoes, and  little girlie figurine.  Oddly, there was nothing sad about it.  Someone, or someones, had taken a lot of time to remember this little girl and keep her alive to the world. 

After driving by this spot countless times, I have to ask myself why I had never seen it before.  I guess the easy answer is, I had my nose in a book.  I always read when I'm in a car.  Don drives.  I read.  But today there wasn't a book in sight and this time - I didn't miss it.

4 comments:

foxysue said...

Dear Annie,

This is just wonderful, I clicked on your image to get the import of your words, I'm so glad you didn't have a book on this journey!

I like the way you have montaged the images. x

BrittArnhild said...

How lovely to find the gate open.
Thanks for sharing.

Stephanie said...

Annie,
I love coming across these roadside shrines...what loving tributes and I would imagine that people may enjoy that you viewed the quiet space they have created to think about their loved ones as well.

ArtMuseDog and Carol said...

Wonderful photo ~ shrines, grottos are always so special ~ (A Creative Harbor)