I know, with a headline like that, you might expect something exotic and mysterious.
The answer, in the case of the walled garden and fountain at Auckland’s Parnell Rose Gardens, is not like that at all. The garden is simply locked during lockdown, and I had to make do with a shot though a gap in the iron gates on the weekend.
There is nothing, however, like not being able to do or have something to make you f**king want it all the more.
Adam and Eve, back in the day, didn’t put up with a little frustration in the Garden of Eden. They can take all the blame…
From the things I just don’t get department, I present this pic of padlocks, many pink and heart shaped, affixed to a fence atop Penang Hill in Malaysia.
Apparently, there is a bridge across the Seine River in Paris, where so many other star-crossed lovers have done the same thing that the bridge itself is sagging under the weight of thousands of padlocks.
If a lock is not a metaphor for entrapment and being hemmed in, I don’t what is.
Sinking bridges speak for themselves!
Call me a curmudgeon, but I don’t understand it…. and, on a purely aesthetic and functional front, pink padlocks are just plain f**king weird…