Week 46.2008: Guarding History

Across the busy street people sat on the steps eating their lunch, making conversation and watching the rest of the world hurry by. Behind them a stone spire reaches to the sky in memory to those that have fallen in our darkest hour. Black stains run, like tears, down it's surface giving further definition to the people carved in stone. The figures, who will be forever still just like those who they memorialize, stare down to the people sitting on the steps, eating their lunch, making conversation, watching the world go by. Beyond the people cast in stone and flesh, sit the lions staring back at me, forever Guarding History.