I take photos of the flags flapping in the wind every year we visit. They are the same yet different. The sea of American flags are always dotted with flags of other nations, but spaced out differently and seemingly in new spots each year.
My son runs up and down the grassy hills, a little more exuberantly than I would wish, as I stroll slowly and silently behind. I recognize the futility of trying to wrangle in life amidst this reminder of death. He is energetic and celebrates his aliveness unapologetically, while I take in the scene with reverence and quiet reflection... snapping shots here and there, trying to capture the beauty of these views that can never be fully felt or translated into a two dimensional image.
In person, the flags possess their own kinetic energy, as if the souls they represent are gloriously flying free in the sea breezes and enjoying the beautiful ocean views. 🙏🏼🇺🇸