Wide-Angles from Downtown RVA (Lens Artists Photo Challenge 9-10-2021)

Hello Readers, 

During August, we had some fun dog-sitting days. A couple of times we walked them around downtown Richmond, VA.

Today’s photos are from those walks and join in with the Lens-Artists theme of Going wide

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First, the doggies, and following up with my chat with Trent about a weekly smile. 

 

Second, a view from the footbridge:

Third, some art:

 

This sculpture is called The Headman and it is in honor of the many African-American skilled boatmen and their contribution to the industrialization in this area.

In this next photo we see some new art that is getting ready to be unveiled.

 

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This heart was found on the footbridge. 

It has been a while since I shared something from Les Misrables by Victor Hugo. The heart on the bridge had me looking for a passage to connect with it – -so…. for those in the mood to skim some Hugo, I call this passage “exit joy” (and not sure if you have ever felt extreme exit joy before – but it sure can be a great experience – especially after patiently waiting something out or biding one’s time):

     “On waking up, Cosette had run to get her shoe. In it she had found the gold piece. It was not a Napoleon; it was one of those perfectly new twenty-franc pieces of the Restoration, on whose effigy the little Prussian queue had replaced the laurel wreath. Cosette was dazzled. Her destiny began to intoxicate her. She did not know what a gold piece was; she had never seen one; she hid it quickly in her pocket, as though she had stolen it. Still, she felt that it really was hers; she guessed whence her gift had come, but the joy which she experienced was full of fear. She was happy; above all she was stupefied. Such magnificent and beautiful things did not appear real. The doll frightened her, the gold piece frightened her. She trembled vaguely in the presence of this magnificence.

     The stranger alone did not frighten her. On the contrary, he reassured her. Ever since the preceding evening, amid all her amazement, even in her sleep, she had been thinking in her little childish mind of that man who seemed to be so poor and so sad, and who was so rich and so kind. Everything had changed for her since she had met that good man in the forest. Cosette, less happy than the most insignificant swallow of heaven, had never known what it was to take refuge under a mother’s shadow and under a wing. For the last five years, that is to say, as far back as her memory ran, the poor child had shivered and trembled. She had always been exposed completely naked to the sharp wind of adversity; now it seemed to her she was clothed. Formerly her soul had seemed cold, now it was warm. Cosette was no longer afraid of the Thénardier. She was no longer alone; there was some one there.

     She hastily set about her regular morning duties. That louis, which she had about her, in the very apron pocket whence the fifteen-sou piece had fallen on the night before, distracted her thoughts. She dared not touch it, but she spent five minutes in gazing at it, with her tongue hanging out, if the truth must be told. As she swept the staircase, she paused, remained standing there motionless, forgetful of her broom and of the entire universe, occupied in gazing at that star which was blazing at the bottom of her pocket.

    It was during one of these periods of contemplation that the Thénardier joined her. She had gone in search of Cosette at her husband’s orders. What was quite unprecedented, she neither struck her nor said an insulting word to her.

“Cosette,” she said, almost gently, “come immediately.”

An instant later Cosette entered the public room.

The stranger took up the bundle which he had brought and untied it. This bundle contained a little woollen gown, an apron, a fustian bodice, a kerchief, a petticoat, woollen stockings, shoes—a complete outfit for a girl of seven years. All was black.

“My child,” said the man, “take these, and go and dress yourself quickly.”

Daylight was appearing when those of the inhabitants of Montfermeil who had begun to open their doors beheld a poorly clad old man leading a little girl dressed in mourning, and carrying a pink doll in her arms, pass along the road to Paris. They were going in the direction of Livry.

It was our man and Cosette.

No one knew the man; as Cosette was no longer in rags, many did not recognize her. Cosette was going away. With whom? She did not know. Whither? She knew not.

All that she understood was that she was leaving the Thénardier tavern behind her. No one had thought of bidding her farewell, nor had she thought of taking leave of any one. She was leaving that hated and hating house.

Poor, gentle creature, whose heart had been repressed up to that hour!

Cosette walked along gravely, with her large eyes wide open, and gazing at the sky. She had put her louis in the pocket of her new apron. From time to time, she bent down and glanced at it; then she looked at the good man. She felt something as though she were beside the good God.”

 

Closing with kayakers in the distance: 

 

 

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56 thoughts on “Wide-Angles from Downtown RVA (Lens Artists Photo Challenge 9-10-2021)

  1. Quite the assortment of pups… I enjoyed that quote – t has been many years since I read Les Mis. I have thought about the part of him helping with the water buckets, but forgot about her leaving.

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    1. Trent! The water buckets was a section i almost added- and then I had five others to consider but when I got carried away reading the passage and felt the exit joy – well I knew I found my excerpt.
      But that water bucket scene is a fav for sure
      -and cheers to the weekly smiles

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  2. Les Mis is one of my all timers as far as plays go, and I love how you included this passage as it really fits nicely with your theme. Nicely played, amiga.

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  3. Yvette, a beautiful combination of evocative photos and a wonderful literary quote. To my shame, I’ve never read any work by Victor Hugo although a huge fan of Les Mis. A fantastic quote and wow, the writing is sublime! As for the photos, I love how the city still has a great sense of nature!

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    1. Hi Annika
      Thanks for the comments on the photos and the les mis excerpt! I got so carried away reading Hugo i almost never finished this post!
      And here is the ebook link if you want to add this book to your future reading list:

      https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/135

      And side note – I think part of the special essence Les Mis comes from Hugo writing it as a seasoned author and then having ample time to immerse and pour in – and so what we have through this story about love, grace, injustice, and societal quirks – we have a man (Hugo) who had lived a lot and experienced so much and all these extras deep into the pages – and i love the word you used – “sublime”
      Thanks again for the comment and good day to you

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      1. Yvette, it’s wonderful that you became so carried away with the book you almost forgot to finish that post. I’m so glad you remembered though and your passion for the book has me interested in revisiting it. Thank you so much for putting in the link the Gutenberg version – even though I’ve worked quite a bit on editing for them I forget to look for books there! As my own copy is a paperback with small print this ebook version will be ideal!

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        1. Wow – i did not realize you did editing for them (right on and write on! )
          And I will email you soon about the blog interview (even more excited now)
          -/
          And one more note on les Mis – when my spouse and I were first dating the topic of favorite books came up and I mentioned Les Mis – so my hubs read it – and my copy at the time was a huge soft cover – when he was done he concluded it was now a top book for him too! (And maybe angels were singing in the distance – lol)
          And the most special time of reading the book for me was summer of 1994! Therapy on a summer break from school and filled me all up with richness when I needed it so!

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  4. Hi Yvette, it’s been so long since I’ve visited and I enjoyed seeing this post. I do love the nighttime shots. You did a great job with those. Also – art ready to be unveiled – so exciting. Love Les Mis and it’s been a couple years since I read it. I always love reading it again and despite its length I am disappointed to finish it each time. That expression “exit joy” is new to me, but the feeling is oh, so relateable. Love to you. ❤

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    1. Hi there! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!
      Really appreciate the comments on the night shots and the art discovery – I need to go back to see what art was unveiled
      – in the meantime – wishing you a wonderful weekend and be over to
      Visit soon

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  5. Art in the park … heart on the footbridge. I’d say your walking takes you to heady places, but my favorite photo was the last one, so peaceful with the kayakers in the distance.

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  6. Stunning exit joy, Yvette. Thoroughly enjoyed the clip of Les Miserable. Now it makes me want to see the movie all over again. It’s one of my memorable events in my life when we had a Gala night of this show for fund raising. Now off to find myself a benefactor.

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