doing things with words and pictures
I have often been fascinated by the old flags hanging in cathedrals. Especially the ones that have worn so thin you can see right through them and their once square edges have been frayed to tatters by time, dust and light.
They're compelling. The first time I saw this particular set was 30 years ago. It was a strange pleasure to see them again a few weeks back on a visit with my brother. They're ghosts always at the cusp of disappearing.
Ghosts, yes. Compelling, as you say.