There is a tradition in many cities and towns across America where on Memorial Day a flag is put out for each fallen soldier from that town.
I was never aware of this before coming to Livingston.
Our town has a lagoon with a charming bridge and a city park named for Sacajawea, the young native woman who guided Lewis and Clark. Boy scouts put the flags out around the lagoon and Sacajawea Park. Many flags.
It is a noble tradition. Dignified. Earnest. Lives came before us and each flag waves as a reminder of how fleeting time is.
This year as our lives become more normal, the loss of these souls has a deeper meaning.
Oil on board. 8"x10"