I’ve always been fascinated with the American Flag, or “Old Glory.” I’m not sure where this came from, but it was probably due to various movies I’ve seen throughout the years… movies that depict the flag as old, torn, beat up… but still flying proudly in the sky for all to see.
And it’s days like today that remind me of just how powerful an image that is.
So I went through my pictures this morning, looking for a particular shot I got of Old Glory… I found it and here’s a couple of different ways to look at it:
This picture was taken with my Canon point-and-shoot camera on a foggy day somewhere in the South. I recall waiting for the flag to unfurl in the wind… took a while because there was barely any wind that day. It was worth the wait, though. All that grain and fog is completely natural, as Mother Nature intended.
I’m not sure which one I like better… the first one shows the colors of the flag, but the second one makes me think of that old, torn, beat up flag that still stands after God knows what it has gone through.
That’s the flag I identify with… so I suppose I like the second one better.
On this day, let us remember what we’ve been through, and let us remember that we’re still standing, flying proudly in the sky.
And nothing will change that.