Bobcat
Je Suis Charlie Hebdo
Today I stumbled across human ugliness on the border of natures beauty. Maybe it was because I wasn't expecting it. Maybe it was the contrast; I'm not sure why it struck me so. Not far from the eastern entrance to Yellowstone National Park stands ruins of our shame and a testament to the perserverance of true Americans.
On my way to installing a seismic station today, I noticed what appeared to be a memorial along the road. I've seen such things before, and at that moment it was but a waypoint for me. Frequently I see a small war memorial erected by a local farmer or rancher. I suppose they are the ones to do such things because they, unlike most of us, have the land and equipment to build such things. Usually it commemorates the loss of a son or other family member. I would stop on my way back from the job site and pay my respects.
As I pulled up to the memorial, I could see a couple of plaques from my truck window. The date on the first one clearly identified it as a WWII memorial. Could have been an old army training fort or airfield. The picture of frontiersmen and indians on the second plaque still does not make sense to me, especially since the text identifies the site as a relocation camp. It is probably the emblem of the state office in charge of historic sites.
OK, this plaque finally explains the significance of these ruins. Here is our shame.
And here, ...here is the testament to the perseverance of true Americans.
Distrusted and rejected by their home country, they still defended it from the army of their ancestors.
On my way to installing a seismic station today, I noticed what appeared to be a memorial along the road. I've seen such things before, and at that moment it was but a waypoint for me. Frequently I see a small war memorial erected by a local farmer or rancher. I suppose they are the ones to do such things because they, unlike most of us, have the land and equipment to build such things. Usually it commemorates the loss of a son or other family member. I would stop on my way back from the job site and pay my respects.
As I pulled up to the memorial, I could see a couple of plaques from my truck window. The date on the first one clearly identified it as a WWII memorial. Could have been an old army training fort or airfield. The picture of frontiersmen and indians on the second plaque still does not make sense to me, especially since the text identifies the site as a relocation camp. It is probably the emblem of the state office in charge of historic sites.
OK, this plaque finally explains the significance of these ruins. Here is our shame.
And here, ...here is the testament to the perseverance of true Americans.
Distrusted and rejected by their home country, they still defended it from the army of their ancestors.