What better for Halloween eve, than a post about bones?
Human bones. Lots and lots of them.
Don’t touch, please? No problem. Can you imagine if all that collapsed?
Especially when you get an idea of how very deep the pile of bones is.
That is an awful lot of femurs. Impresses me more than the skulls, actually. For every two you see, one person gone.
And there is art.
That’s me that is! Nine years ago, when I used to still dye my hair red (mom was a redhead, I have to have some sort of ginger-provenance).
You could touch some of the work – evidenced by the shiny patina on this skull.
So much going on here, it is hard to comprehend. This is a massive chandelier.
Amazingly beautiful nonetheless.
Every artist should sign their work.
Apologies for photo quality – this was 2006 and we had a serviceable but lacking camera back then. I also have to say that the smell of the place really struck me – I’m a “super smeller” and it was an odd, cold but dry smell. Like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. It wasn’t unpleasant, but distinctly odd.