A recent long weekend took me to Manassas, Virginia to visit siblings. The original purpose other than the family visit was to take the Metro into the city and view the cherry blossoms. It had been a long time since I was in DC for the bloom . Well, alas, due to the warmer than usual weather that Northern Virginia and its surrounds were experiencing, it will be a little while longer before I can once again experience the cherry blossoms in all their splendor in DC. They had come and gone, with the peak long since over before our visit.

Anyway, the weather was being cooperative after a day of cool rainy weather, so we hopped on the Metro and spent a touristy, Sunday afternoon walking and visiting a few memorials. Two that I had not had the opportunity to visit were the MLK Memorial and the Korean War Memorial. They were both impressive. The Vietnam Memorial is one I have visited several times and I always look up the names of a few past acquaintances whose names unfortunately grace its walls. One thing that always struck me when visiting these memorials is the solemnity that pervades as people close in on their boundaries. Save for the voices of children who don’t understand, the quiet that is noticeable is unlike any I have witnessed, as people gather their thoughts in their own personal tributes. Its why the memorials are there and they make us reflect on what they mean to us as individuals. The opportunity for this abounds in DC as in no other city I have visited. It always has a sobering effect on me, as I’m sure it has for many.

Of course I had a camera with me and posted a few images from that Washington, DC afternoon.