Seventy one years after that fateful day it is hard to imagine what happened here. To my left, there is a large house-size concrete box, it is tipped almost on it’s side. Behind it is a building wit...
This isn’t a post about photography. It is a post about life and the loss of Life. My father passed away at midnight on November 1st, 1989 after a year-long battle with cancer. I wrote this poem...