Here are two of my favorite men in Washington...
I love this quote that is inscribed inside the memorial. I was struck by several things there: the simplicity of the monument, its feeling of separation from the hustle and bustle of the Mall, and the gorgeous "porch" along the backside of the building. (I am sure there is a proper architectural term for it.)
I am certainly not a scholar of American history, unlike some that I know, familiar with all the details of the lives and times of our forefathers, but I consider these monuments to be truly sacred ground. As much as you can call these sacred in a true sense, without transmitting the implications of a particular religion as some try to do. Are we really able to comprehend the ideas that those men held so dear? Or do we just use them and twist them to fit our purposes? Do we stop to contemplate the Revolution at all anymore? I feel sometimes that it is all taken for granted that America exists.
Here are my parting shots of the afternoon...
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