Lacy

Catcher's mitt that belonged to my grandfather.

Memory

So I was helping one of my "moms" with some organizing on Saturday.  We found her husband's WWII Navy uniform in a bag and I was amazed at how small it was.  When I commented on the size, she found an album showing her husband wearing it.  Before packing the uniform away in a cedar chest, I asked if I could photograph it.

I took a variety of images, which was no small task since the area I wanted to cover really required me to stand at the ceiling, which I didn't want to do.  I had to widen some shots in order to get the whole uniform in,  which showed a lot of background space.  I was going to use the image below as today's blog pic, but it just doesn't tell the same story the the one above does.

Seeing the snappy uniform with the pictures of the fresh-faced young recruit against the backdrop of a wheelchair, walker, and the same Navy man sitting in his recliner 74 years later, spoke volumes to me from the moment I saw it.  Sometimes the best images are the ones we don't plan.

On this Independence Day, I salute everyone who has fought for this country.

Stealthy

I'm hiding.  You can't see me.

Showy

Dainty