First sunflower in my little garden.

My youngest niece.

Almost pascha

I find these surroundings more in keeping with my dignity.

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Cherry Blossoms at the Japanese Internment Memorial

I always make it a point to go to the National Japanese American Memorial when the cherry blossoms are in bloom. It commemorates the Japanese internment and valor of the Japanese American community during WWII.

It's near Union Station and the Capitol and like the community it represents is fairly easy to miss being small and private.

In front of the memorial is a reflecting pool surounded by cherry trees.

You enter through a gap in the wall and are confronted by a plinthe with two cranes pinned down by barbed wire.

On the wall are the names of the camps and the number of people that were in each one and the names of the men who died while their families were locked behind barbed wire for years.