Among the occasional pieces on the Internet, Spy found photos of long-abandoned Olympic venues, including the former Olympic softball stadium in Athens. If I shut my eyes, I can still see Crystl Bustos record 350ft homer, hear the applause of a large US contingent as the Dream Team – with Fernandez, Finch and Osterman giving object lessons on how to pitch — a dream that does not die. But, looking at the 14 photos in the set, I was also reminded of the epic poem by Percy Bryce Shelley: Ozymandias.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away”.