Arlington

If my Picture of the Week attempts are too often characterized by seven days having gone by with too little photography and too few pictures to choose from, well, every now and then the reverse is true.  I go somewhere and get a bunch of shots I like and wish I could post more than one.  So it was this week, when I headed out to Arlington one evening just as dusk was falling. It was cold.  But not bleak.

This was the image I chose.  But I’d have been just as happy to post these others, images which are related. They all speak to much of the same thing, but in different ways.

tomb of the unknowns

tomb of the unknowns

fresh grave

fresh grave

the wreaths of autumn

the wreaths of autumn

eternal flame

eternal flame

One Response to “Arlington”

  1. Martha says:

    There are some places in the world where the boundary between is rather porous, and Arlington I think is one of those. Paul’s Granny was buried there, beside her husband who died years ago – even burying this beloved woman in the frigid, pouring rain, one could sense the Holy. We drove through the park at Gettysburg on the way out yesterday – too cold to get out and walk around – but I got the same feeling there. Sacrifice of a single life is a wondrous gift. To be in the presence of thousands who gave all they had for what they held dear made me yearn to make obeisance to those blessed souls. Hallowed ground, indeed.

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