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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Solemn, Hallowed Alamo

Upon hallowed ground I walked. 

The Alamo.

The flags of men who fought for a better future for their children: 
Come and Take It, New Orleans Greys, and the 1824 Constitution Flag.

Room where surviving women and children huddled 
during the siege of the Alamo.

The cenotaph named "Spirit of Sacrifice" by Pompeo Coppini.
The inscription reads, "In memory of the heroes who sacrificed their lives 
at the Alamo, March 6, 1836, in the defense of Texas.
'They chose never to surrender nor retreat; these brave hearts, with 
flags still proudly waving, perished in the flames of immortality that 
their high sacrifice might lead to the founding of this Texas.'"

In the Cathedral of San Fernando, a marble but modest coffin 
holds the ashes of William Travis, Jim Bowie, 
David Crockett, and some of the men who fell with them at the Alamo.
I could not help but lay my hand upon it and pray.

V 1, 10mm.

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