The holiest of all holidays
are those kept by ourselves
in silence and apart,
The secret anniversaries of the heart...
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This Memorial Day has a special meaning for me since I visited the D-Day beaches in Normandy last summer. I have a profoundly deeper appreciation for my Father, and all the soldiers who sacrificed so much in the cause of freedom.
When I made this photograph of the writing at the visitors center at Omaha Beach I thought I was just recording the words so I could remember them. A man is reflected in the glass at the bottom and I don't recall seeing him as I made the image but it made me think of my Father. He seems to be looking back at me making the photograph. A casual photograph became something quite different. That is how it is with contemplative photography. We think we are making a photograph of one thing and it turns out to be something we hadn't even imagined. My Father loved photography and always had a camera near to hand and I know he would be proud that I have returned to the medium we both loved.
On this, America's most solemn day, I am grateful for all the soldiers, past and present, that served and continue to serve this country with dedication and pride. I pray that we can always be a country that is worthy of their sacrifices.
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