One-Hundred and Fifty-Two. Memorial Day.

"We come, not to mourn our dead soldiers, but to praise them."

Francis A. Walker

One-Hundred and Fifty-One. Eeeeeeagle!

One-Hundred and Fifty. My Own Little Island.

One-Hundred and Forty-Nine. Changes.

I watch ripples change their size
But never leave the stream of warm impermanence.

One-Hundred and Forty-Eight. The Bleeding Heart.

One-Hundred and Forty-Seven. White.

One-Hundred and Forty-SIx. Oh, What a Tangled Web We Weave.