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| Farmers walked along this land. |
European countries with such centuries of history have, by sheer time, amassed incredible buildings, structures, monuments, and fountains that shout to the visitor: “I have been here longer than you can imagine!"
Shrines to the past stand tall, but most visitors do not know what they memorialize. Tourists are there to see, but not to learn. They suffer from camera overload: so many photo opportunities stand that it is overwhelming to pick and choose. They may try, but there are too many places and things.
We have traveled to Switzerland every summer since 2013. When our daughter gave us a grandson, we hungered to hold him and see him grow. Each time, he taller and soon he was taking us on big adventures of his own making. Now we have his little brother to enjoy.
On the way back to our rented apartment, on the right, each day we passed by a cemetery where tombstones were also made. On the left, we traveled by clearly ignored shrines of their own, clustered together.
Unlike the grand shrines of historical figures, these shrines require abstract thinking.
I labeled this post "Small Shrines".
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| These are stone watering troughs from old farmlands, gathered together to share the history of the farmers. |
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| An old English telephone booth without its glass, has no phones where a plant had grown. It was there on purpose, I hope. |
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| Each day we walked along the river. |
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| A tree leans along the Aure River, hanging on with its roots until the next snow-melt flood |
Sometimes the Small Shrines speak the loudest.
Sometimes one has walk along a river.
Sometimes one has walk along a river.
Sometimes one has to search for them and sometimes one has
to look to the left.
