publishes a very thought-provoking photograph.
Here is my offering on the same subject.
When first I saw this picture I took it to be antique.
One quick glance made me think of an Old Master.
The hood? Surely a monk's! The crumbling 'Florentine' bricks!
The sense of ancient walls and crumbling plaster.
Then I saw the plastic bags, the modernity, though shabby!
This is no statue formed in alabaster!
I saw some modern agony, not picturesque at all.
Just a very humble intimate disaster.
More human tragedy here: