Paleontologists and anthropologists  
learn more about human history each
time that an ancient grave is found.  
Often only ashes remain, or perhaps
small fragments of bone.    Burial sites
are treasure troves of clay shards with
carved images or writings about our past.
 Fortunate are the finds that contain
artifacts that give clues about how our
ancestors formed families, hunted  or
prospered.  Graveside clues tell us what   
people treasured, feared and believed.  












The oldest known human burial ground
was found in 1969 near Lake Mungo in
western New South Wales.  It contained
the cremated  remains  of a woman..  
Five years later,  a  skeleton of a man
was found nearby.  These remains trace
our existence back
forty millenia.

Advice to the photographer
Don't bring   just photographic
equipment to a cemetery.  Also bring
respect and curiosity.  There is much
more here   than   what   we see.  There
is a record  of people  who have lived
lives much like our own.  Their story
continues in the  monuments  prepared
by their survivors.  The challenge to the
observer is to discover the clues that
have been left behind
This photo  essay was completed on St Patrick's Day, just a
few days before   the summer  solstice.    The  mind  tends to
wander a bit at this time of the year and it is only reasonable
that a  wide range of  funereal  topics should come to mind.
Not the least among these is  
Finnegan's Wake.  

Finnegan's Wake “ is  a task  of prodigious workmanship.  
Therefore I have never read if cover to cover; and I don't
recommend  that you  read it  either.   The most popular
apprehension  of the novel is based on an American Irish
ballad of the same name.

A hod carrier  by the name of Tim Finnegan had a very
friendly relationship with poteen, a highly spirituous liquor.     
Since Mr Finnegan's   craft required him to  carry bricks and
mortar up a ladder many times a day, the relationship was
bound to end in disaster.  It was not a surprise to  anyone
therefore when  Tim   lost  his  balance, and was killed  when
he fell from the top of the a chimney.

Tim's cold body   was carried  home where he was wrapped in
a good clean sheet.  They placed a gallon of whiskey at his
head and barrel of porter at his feet.

'
Twas natural when a Party broke out, someone spilled
whiskey on Tim  Finnegan, he rose from the dead and the
party lives on.

This legend bears little dramatic comparison with the heroic
acts of the Vikings. But when  you are recounting an  Irish
fable,  you have to play with the hand you are dealt.  


The photo serving as background for this parable is of a
monument to
Anna  Livia, a  character from  the novel.  Anna
is a symbol of the
River Liffey  which flows through the heart
of Dublin.  Since There is more symbolism in the single statue
than there is in the entire ballad we will keep our retelling of
the story simple and refer to this fabled monument as   
“The
Fluzzie In The Jacuzzi”
"Poll na Bron: An Irish Portal Tomb c3500BC
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