Friday, May 29, 2009

In the midst of life we are in death




















Thomas Rowlandson (1756-1827)

6 comments:

chayaruchama said...

Ah, the graveyard.
Been there, done that.
You as well, no doubt.

Lovely pic; he has nice legs and pretty stockings, too.

Hope you're healing up, dearheart.

BitterGrace said...

Oh, not me, Chaya. I'm superstitious.

Alyssa said...

Well if the graveyard had headstones like that one (and just saw the pun, typing that) I might be inspired, too.

And please add my voice to the chorus of well-wishers re: your back. I am always shocked to find how much energy a constant haze of pain saps...

BitterGrace said...

Thanks, Alyssa, the back is mending. I always knew back pain was a special kind of misery, and now I know it a little better.

Surely there must be a few erotic headstones in private cemeteries, don't you think? I'd be very curious to know.

waftbyCarol said...

I wonder what happened to her panties ?

BitterGrace said...

Perhaps she's the serious type who doesn't bother with such frippery.