last week i lived on a bus, a bus that i willingly would call home. and i miss my bus. not only because within my little row of seats i had a functional pantry, a theatre, a bed, and a bookshelf, but because that bus took me all over france and to literal FAIRYTALE places. castles upon castles. i cannot even tell you all the crazy things i saw.


BUT I SHALL TRY


okay the photos that follow hail from the first two days (I think). Omaha Beach and the American Cemetery in Normandy was truly, truly incredible. sacred ground. on the anniversary of D-Day, no less. I've been studying these things my entire life, from history classes in elementary school to my political science major at BYU, I have always been fascinated by this period in history. I think that more than any other time in history, this second world war was more good versus evil. light and dark. I think that this war was fought on both sides of the veil, at one time or another, and that for once good guys and bad guys were not simply defined politically, but by hate. this, this is why walking between those crosses. those stars of david, the crescents of ramadan. those are boys and girls, lying beneath your feet, who gave it all so that one more beach, one more mile, one more day could be free.