Wednesday, July 17, 2013


Our neighbor to the West flies the American flag most of the time. Tonight I was especially struck by its beauty as the wind whipped it around and the clouds and sun played with color and shape behind it.

Observing the flag reminded me of a trip to Yugoslavia when Tito was in power - the hotel took our passports and you could hear the troops marching around on the streets outside after 9pm.
The world has changed significantly since Tito died, but this experience has stayed with me and reminds me of the helplessness we felt that night. I am glad I live in America.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Nice flag and shot! Great capture