...they can be reconstructed in the future, Bev! :)

That's the shabby rest of life: only ruins !

We always can rebuild our lives, Ulrich!

Thanks for fave, Lorenzo Salmonson!

Do you know the majestic opening lines of James Fenton's "A German Requiem", Armando?

It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down.
It is not the houses. It is the spaces in between the houses.
It is not the streets that exist. It is the streets that no longer exist.
It is not your memories which haunt you.
It is not what you have written down.
It is what you have forgotten, what you must forget.
What you must go on forgetting all your life.
And with any luck oblivion should discover a ritual.
You will find out that you are not alone in the enterprise.

Yes, Steve! And also the closing stanzas of this majestic poem.

"Even the enquirer is charmed.
He forgets to pursue the point.
It is not what he wants to know.
It is what he wants not to know.
It is not what they say.
It is what they do not say."

Exactly. We're on the same page.

an emptiness full of garbage

Nowadays all garbage can be recycled, Christel! :)

Garbage the new Daffodils.

Is it poetry?

Your photograph makes me think of the Nepal earthquake, the pictures of which in the News, were heartwrenching ..
A shell of a home, still full of memories of people's laughter and tears, precious moments of bliss and sadness, life.. tatooed on the bricks, clinging foolishly on the blue tatters on the shattered wall ..

...we can do nothing against the nature strength...even prevention is only a token palliative...

i see a lot of things !