another brick in the wall

“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”  ― William Goldman, The Princess Bride
“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”
― William Goldman, The Princess Bride

Here’s a wall down a side street in New Orleans. I’d been enjoying the beautiful flowers everywhere, how lovely and festive everything was, and then I encountered this empty wall.

But it’s not empty. It has a little mold growing on it, and then there’s that light. I don’t think it works. But maybe it does.

There’s something about a wall. It can keep things out, or keep things in. Robert Frost says it makes good neighbors, or something like that. Maybe it was fences he was talking about. It’s all the same.

I’ve been known to put up walls, and keep them up. The secret is they’re scalable. Or if you really try, you’ll find the secret passage and walk through.

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the wall

wall

A little illustration for The Wall. Not really a big fan of Pink Floyd, but there you have it — the human condition and all that.

Part of the Weekly Photo Challenge: Cover Art.

I took this photo at the Monastery of Our Lady of the Holy Spirit in Conyers. Something about it struck me … the strength of the wall is still sustaining itself, though it’s been chipped away by time and the elements. It makes me think about the human condition — we are survivors, no?