By Scott Shephard
The title of this post was inspired by the famous WWI poem "In Flanders Field" by John McCrae:
“In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.”
There are not crosses nor poppies here and this photo wasn't taken in Flanders Field. Instead, this a small section of Arlington National Cemetery in Washington, DC. It was overcast and cool when Deb I got there on a late March Sunday morning. But it started raining on our visit and the rain, mixed with a 25 mph gusty winds, made it anything but pleasant to be in this sacred place.
None of that was on my mind when I stopped to take this photo. I had noticed that the bare trees are just starting to show their buds and that the grass is starting to turn green. In a sprawling cemetery filled with so many who died in battle, there is a solemn sadness. But there is also hope. . . .
Canon 5DIII 1/160s f/5.6 ISO800 55mm