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Memorial Day 2011

Today was the day to remember our veterans, living and dead, who have given a part of themselves in the defense of this country. There'll be plenty of great photography documenting this year's ceremonies, professional and amateur. As for me, I wanted to find some of  those little corners in the smaller cemeteries where, but for a simple headstone or marker, there is no other indication of who they are or the sacrifice they may have made for all of us.

Mike Pope
Ike Pope
Private 1st Class, 124 Infantry, 31st Division
Ike Pope is buried at Powell Cemetery on S. Orange Avenue. I tried to find any records about him on the internet, but only came up with two hits, both of which simply documented he was buried here.

How Long Will We Remember?
U. S. Soldier, Identity Unknown

This photo was taken over a year ago in the Old City Cemetary in Tallahassee Florida. Except for the legend "U. S. Soldier", there was no other identification.

I think I'm going to take on a side photography project to document all the smaller cemetaries around Orlando, and all the veterans buried there. Once I'm finished in Orlando, then move out around the state.

Memorial Day isn't just one day out of the year. It's every day.

Technical

Both photographs taken with the E-P2. The upper photo used the M.Zuiko 9-18mm UWA, while the bottom used the Zuiko Digital 50mm macro with an MMF-1 adapter.

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