As he checks the rearview mirror to make sure we won’t get hit if he slows down or pulls over, he says, “How many flag pictures do you need?”
“I never get tired of taking photos of flags. They are so beautiful, especially when they are being unfurled by a gentle breeze.”
Indeed, I have no idea how many flag photos "live" on my various hard drives. Flags lining the streets of small towns in America. Flags proudly displayed on front porches. Flags in vast grazing lands in the foothills of snow-capped mountains. Flags draped across coffins of American soldiers. Small flags flanking tombstones. Oversize flags looming large against a beautiful sky filled with cotton-candy-like clouds. Flags flapping wildly in strong winds generated by an approaching storm. Flags carried by people in a parade....
Perhaps I love the flag because of all it represents. I love it because it reminds me how blessed I am to claim America as my “home.”
“I never get tired of taking photos of flags. They are so beautiful, especially when they are being unfurled by a gentle breeze.”
Indeed, I have no idea how many flag photos "live" on my various hard drives. Flags lining the streets of small towns in America. Flags proudly displayed on front porches. Flags in vast grazing lands in the foothills of snow-capped mountains. Flags draped across coffins of American soldiers. Small flags flanking tombstones. Oversize flags looming large against a beautiful sky filled with cotton-candy-like clouds. Flags flapping wildly in strong winds generated by an approaching storm. Flags carried by people in a parade....
Perhaps I love the flag because of all it represents. I love it because it reminds me how blessed I am to claim America as my “home.”
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