Names are temporary things. They are concepts that remain fluid and malleable and will ultimately be forgotten as language moves on. We imbue them with great meaning and pride and try to celebrate them with rituals and totems, and then we forget. The long for the history books, if lucky, and then gets left behind. As a society, we will forget the majority of them, what they meant and why they were here and that’s ok. It’s a reminder of how temporary our stay here really is.
These images were shot in Parc de Bruxelles right after I arrived in Brussels. It was a nice sunny day playing around with my camera, exploring a place I would get to call home for a short while. This particular sign, Bois Reserve aux Jeux D’enfants (I think), caught my eye. Clearly showing the signs of weather and age, the rust and decay quite evident, it is still beautiful.
Don’t worry too much about forgetting a name or two. Just remember why it was important for as long as you can and tell others. It’s our only kind of limited immortality.
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So why is there a picture of a balloon horse? Because I didn’t expect it to peek out at me like that. I still have a little exploration left in me for Brussels. Who knows what the future brings? Probably more floating horses or hopefully something a little less psychedelic. Below are a few other shots from Brussels this Christmas. Had to experiment a bit with night photography and long exposures. Most suffered from “people-unwittingly-shaking-the-gorram-tripod” syndrome, but at least one was pretty cool. Enjoy!
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