While I found the tone of the World War II Memorial to be one heralding the glory and greatness of the men and women who served and won, I found stark contrast just down the Reflection Pool at the Vietnam Memorial. It's dark granite walls rise up, bearing each name engraved like a scar from a hard fought battle. People leave small momentos~a photo, a flower, a pin. Even a loaf of Wonder Bread. Over 30 years later, and we still have not healed.
The memorial to the nurses
Washington Monument. It's not all that pretty, but it photographs so well
A collection of musings and mindless babble...from my unabashed love of all things 80s to my pretend boyfriend du jour. You'll find it here! So sit back, relax and read...comments are welcome!
1 comment:
Meloves the photos. Thanks for sharing :) It's been way too long since I've been to DC!
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