Many years ago, I photographed a Garrison sized flag on the side of a dry dock. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and the American flag glowed in the sunshine. I thought I could use the photograph on my blog for The Fourth of July and other holidays. I saved it to my Photohost, and I used it often over the years.
Computers being computers, mine crashed and I lost the original on my hard drive. A few years later, on a following memorial day, I took a picture of bundled flags at our national cemetery. They caught my eye as they sat on a corner waiting to be picked up. That shot was also lost in a computer crash. I lost a lot of wonderful pictures over the years before I discovered the ease of owning a back-up hard drive. By then I had grown accustomed to photographing every flag I saw.
Though I reconstructed that both those images as best I could from Snapfish, they had bio-degraded in their travels. Today, knowing that all things change, I went up to Fort Rosecrans in hopes of finding bundled flags. I found wads of flags, groups of flags, gatherings but not tied bundles. I found no uniformed boy scouts but groups of impaired kids gathering the flags up. Efficiently too. They didn’t mind if I shot the flags, but not themselves. So I did and brought them home to share with you.