26th Avenue NW, Gig Harbor, WA
Am I morbid? Maybe, but I've just always been fascinated by the little crosses, flowers and other ad-hoc memorials that loved ones put up at the sites of accidents and other spots as a tribute to the friend or family member that didn't make it home.
I think of them as sad but heartfelt folk art, and to me they are beautiful to a one for the emotions behind them. Also significant (to me, anyway) is that their placement is often on the last spot that person lived. They are also much more revealing than “real” memorials and funerary art.
There's probably something poetic to say about the faded silk rose or sun-bleached portrait in a roadside memorial and the impermanence of life, but I'm not a poet.
