Fountain 43 Bull Fountain, Tende 20 August

Kensho

So far it has been a long and good journey.

“To mount the ox is to become one with your true nature; once united with it you’re already home. Flute and hands beat in harmony with the 10,000 things. 

All things, directly perceived, form the path (Tao) of the enlighten one.

To realize your place in this flow of events there is neither joy nor sadness, 

rather infinite satisfaction. Once achieved, this realization of the perfect 

harmony of all things will never be voluntarily renounced.”

One of the more humble fountains in Tende- used by bicyclists,

 walkers, locals, and me on my way to and from the museum.

The more flattering viewpoint as somehow the bull had lost one of his horns.
Made from metal, it would require quite a blow to break off.

                                                      Horned petroglyph from Mt. Bego

Looking down from the north east.

The cemetery in Tende was perched high up a slope at the back of the town.

Quiet. Only me and a strong breeze.

 

 I've always had a fascination for cemeteries. For years it was driven by a macabre fear nurtured by horror films and ghost stories.

Now they are a place of refuge from crowds and the sense of futility which can come from too much travel and self indulgence.

As Tende used to be on the Italian side of the border,

many people, both alive and dead, had originated from there.