Soul Crane

Stopped by the park alongside Lake Bella Vista on the way home from Bentonville. It was dusk, when the fishermen are out seeking a bass or two to reel in. Wandered along the gravel track that led across a spring-fed creek and on to the Veterans Hall of Honor.

My friend Soul Crane was doing some fishing of his own, standing in the current, looking almost iconic. I’ve captured him before, in the act of fishing, but this time seemed like a reverential moment.

A bit further the Hall of Honor invited me in to meet some of the fallen from past and present wars. I captured part of the wall, but feel the need to go back and pay my respects to each person named on special concrete blocks. Now that’s a place of reverence.

Clouds nibbled at the light, so I went home to feed the animals and myself. Tomorrow I’ll find another place or time or being to capture.