Burial

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“On a day of burial there is no perspective -- for space itself is annihilated. Your dead friend is still a fragmentary being. The day you bury him is a day of chores and crowds, of hands false or true to be shaken, of the immediate cares of mourning. The dead friend will not really die until tomorrow, when silence is round you again. Then he will show himself complete, as he was -- to tear himself away, as he was, from the substantial you. Only then will you cry out because of him who is leaving and whom you cannot detain.”

                                                        Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Memorial

This picture was taken last year on Memorial Day, during a road trip covering several states. We randomly stopped at this cemetery in Belle Fourche, South Dakota. This man, whom I don’t know, was a WWI vet who lived to be almost 100 years old. My wife said: “I feel like I’m gazing upon a memorial of someone who would have been very interesting to know”.

Little Greeks

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Four On A Corner

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Peel Slowly And See

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Burden

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“Is it worthwhile that we jostle a brother,
Bearing his load on the rough road of life?
Is it worthwhile that we jeer at each other, In blackness of heart
that we war to the knife?
God pity us all in our pitiful strife”
                                                            "Joaquin Miller"

April