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This image is based on a photo that I took in Wales at the Welsh National Slate Mine Museum at Gilfach Ddu. They were hanging on hooks in the break room, and they seemed poignant to me somehow. Symbols of hard working souls who labored all their lives to earn a living with little recompense.
"The thing about a hero, is even when it doesn't look like there is a light at the end of the tunnel, he's going to keep digging, he's going to keep trying to do right and make up for what's gone before, just because that's who he is." ~ Joss Whedon
Coming into southwestern Colorado from New Mexico ... I'm thinking it might be Bayfield or maybe Durango? If anyone recognizes it please let me know. I should have kept notes.
Regarding the title .... please check this link out if you have time. I think it is particularly poignant 'the day after ... '
As I traveled through the Scottish Highlands, I found the many deserted crofts particularly poignant. They stand as a symbol of lost hopes and dreams for me.
"There are some griefs so loud
They could bring down the sky,
And there are griefs so still
None knows how deep they lie,
Endured, never expended.
~ May Sarton
Gloucester Cathedral’s magnificent Lady Chapel was the last part of the church to be built during the Medieval period in the 15th century.
Dedicated to ‘Our Lady’, the Blessed Virgin Mary, the mother of Jesus, the Lady Chapel is unique in its design and decoration.
It has a vaulted roof on a series of stone arches filled with stained-glass windows; these were made by the famous Arts and Crafts designer Christopher Whall in the early 1900s.
In front of the altar are the wooden rails made in 1617 on the orders of William Laud (Dean of Gloucester until 1621). Behind the high altar, the Chapel’s reredos bears the scars of the Reformation and the Civil War – a poignant reminder to all.
The Bubba Gump Shrimp Company Restaurant and Market is a seafood restaurant chain inspired by the 1994 film Forrest Gump.
In the movie, this is one of Forrest Gump's poignant quotes:
"My momma always said, "Life was like a box of chocolates'"
Oahu, Hawaii
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sim: Longing/Missing Melody
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Written By: Coen Brothers
Directed By: Coen Brothers
Produced By: HBO Films
Executive Producer:
Maggie Runo
Cinematographer : Twain Orfan
The Critics Have Spoken !
'My heart strings really pulled when Miss Runo was on one knee and became the Duck Whisperer. She actually spoke 'Duck'. There was no 'google translator' . She saved that baby duck's life. It was, for me, a very poignant moment ! '~ [ Lake Seven-Phoenix CineAction/Canada]
'I couldn't figure out Twain's role in the movie. The Coen Brothers seem to want him in two different roles. One minute he is telling this guy in the woods to flip a quarter and to put it in a special place ? Is Twain suppose to be Javier Bardem ? www.youtube.com/watch?v=3B_rRmkbA9I Then they have Twain take Miss Runo's hand and safely guide her out of the woods. So he's this 'hero' .. I found the movie cinematically beautiful, but confusing ! [Sabrine Maruti ~ Rolling Stone Magazine]
'I found Twain's use of lighting to be pretty good this time around. He used a proper amount of LED lighting around the trees. Cinematically speaking I'd give him good marks. His acting skill set ? Well , .... that's another matter completely.' [L'Homme Magazine ]
'I really enjoyed working with the Coen Brothers on this movie. It was well written and directed. The duck talking scene was insightful and I had to dig deep within myself to feel what they would, and I found it ! Working with Twain was easy. I don't know why people complain about his mesh not smelling good ? He seemed to bathe daily. [shrugs] He was a great acting partner and great in his role. His cinematography was outstanding !' [Maggie Runo ~ Executive Producer, Actress, Very Popular Hollywood Star, Hounded by people for her cursive Autograph]
'So I used a Canon XF705 Professional 4K Ultra HD camcorder with Wi-Fi® for the filming. The weather conditions were perfect most days. I had Optic neuritis when I was in my twenties, and it left me with some blind spots in my left eye. So, I'd look up at the sky, then look at the trees. I knew I'd need a lot of professional crayons to fill in various areas on the hundreds of movie cells. I asked Miss Runo if she would help me. Maggie has always been there for me. Always ! Maggie picked out a large set of crayola crayons for me. Then she told me I'd probably need a lot of red orange for filler. Well. Maggie was right. She's really very wise as a Producer and in all ways. I can't thank her enough ! [Twain Orfan ~ Cinematographer]
Another image taken recently while on a shoot with Martin.
I don’t often shoot the cathedral, but I captured it that day as the clouds looked beautiful and quite a poignant scene with the flag at half-mast.
I am resilient
I trust the movement
I negate the chaos
uplift the negative
I'll show up at the table
again and again and again
I'll close my mouth and learn to listen
woah woah ooh ooh
these times are poignant
the winds have shifted
it's all we can do
to stay uplifted
pipelines through backyards
wolves howlin out front
yeah, I got my crew but truth is what I want
realigned and on point
power to the peaceful
prayers to the waters
women at the center
all vessels open
to give and receive
let's see the system
brought down to its knees
woah woah ooh ooh
I'm made of thunder
I'm made of lightning
I'm made of dirt yeah
made of the fine things
my father taught me that I'm a speck of dust
and this world was made for me
so let's go and try our luck
I got my roots down, down deep
So what are we doing here?
what has been done?
what are you gonna do about it
when the world comes undone?
my voice feels tiny
and I'm sure so does yours
but put us all together
make a mighty roar
roar
I can read on your face
You expect my disappointment
And you think that all you can be
Is never gonna be enough
And you feel you've fallen short
Well your doubts aren't silent
And it hurts me when my soul can hear
You underestimate me
Never think that you don't know
How to love me it isn't so
You don't need to be the perfect thing
You don't have to give me anything
Only all you can give from your heart
You don't need to be the perfect one
You're the closest I will ever come
Oh, oh nobody's perfect at all
Nobody's perfect at all
Until you fall in love with them
When you look at my face
I know you don't see what I see
But a better version of myself
Someone I wish I could be
When we make love like this
We are totally flawless
And I know we are at our best
We are so beautiful
Never think that you don't know
How to love me it isn't so
You don't need to be the perfect thing
You don't have to give me anything
Only all you can give from your heart
You don't need to be the perfect one
You're the closest I will ever come
Oh, oh nobody's perfect at all
Nobody's perfect at all
Until you fall in love with them
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I quite liked this one with the poignant 'look' between adult and the chick on its back, it characterises the attentiveness of the adult BNGs to their young, working very hard to repeatedly bringing them tiny morsels of larvae and the like.
Shame they aren't on the other pond for a better pov, but never mind. Lovely to see the humbugs!
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been so disappointed in someone, you forgive them and don't say anything, but in your head you detach yourself from them completely?"
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A unique sight among the ruins -- these sculptures are on display for a limited time at Pompeii.
Pomeii ancient archaeological site, which included an exhibition of the late Igor Mitoraj (1944-2014). 30 of his beautiful sculptures are on display among the ruins and crumbling walls in Pompeii from May 2016 to January 2017. A perfect setting for Igor's fragmented body sculptures. A setting in which he had dreamed of displaying his sculptures and had selected the sites and positioning before his death. Sadly he did not see the powerful and poignant effect of his work among the ruins himself.
Just a few hundred meters from my last post is this beautiful Friary. As you can see from the sunsets I photographed both on the same flight!
Burrishoole Friary was founded in 1470 by Richard de Burgo of Turlough, Lord MacWilliam Oughter. It was built without the permission of Pope Paul II (term 1464-1471). In 1486, Pope Innocent VIII (term 1484-1492) instructed Uilliam Seóighe, the Archbishop of Tuam (term 1485-1501) to forgive the friars. Richard de Burgo resigned his lordship in 1469 and entered the friary which he had founded. He remained a friar until his death in 1473. This was not an uncommon occurrence, and serves to illustrate the connection between patrons and their foundations at the time.[1]
The church and the eastern wall of the cloister remain. The grounds of the friary are an actively used cemetery.
Burrishoole Friary is a few kilometers west of the town of Newport, County Mayo. It is often called Burrishoole Abbey, although this colloquial name is inaccurate as because the Dominican order did not have abbots, Dominican houses are not technically abbeys.
Almost all the friaries and abbeys across Ireland were suppressed in the wake of the Reformation in the 16th century. Very few were rebuilt after that time and now only the ruins survive, pleasing, if poignant, late Gothic relics of what must have been among the most striking buildings in the countryside of pre-Tudor Ireland. Info from Wikipedia
It took me quite a while to get over my stupid mistake from this mornings shoot, as I lost almost all of my images.
It was captured a while ago at one of my favourite locations on Holy Island and is a poignant reminder of that morning.
It was certainly a steep learning curve, no doubt one that has been made by many togs before.
In this poignant capture, a small brick road winds its way through a humble Pakistani village, Dharmatchi in Chakwal, where predominantly impoverished residents find solace and strength in their close-knit community. The focal point of the photograph is a weathered brick wall, standing tall and resilient, symbolizing the perseverance of the people who call this village home. Beyond the wall lies a lush, green field, serving as a reminder of the potential and possibilities that await those who tread this path with determination and unwavering hope.
A picture depicting the aftermath of the development. The sand dunes and all its vegetation and habitat are now gone and all that is left are level lots for development. Its a barren scene but hauntingly beautiful in its own way. Poignant even.
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Skye is a truly magical place. It is the largest island in the Inner Hebrides and home to some of Scotland's most famous landscapes. With its mountain ranges, miles of breathtaking coastlines and poignant history, the island inspires in many ways.
The most majestic geological features of the island, such as the Old Man of Storr, the Quiraing and the Cuillin, are particularly impressive.
Framed by spectacular Highland scenery at the head of Loch Shiel, the Glenfinnan Monument is a striking tribute to those who fought in the Jacobite Risings.
Less than a year before the Battle of Culloden, Prince Charles Edward Stuart raised his father’s Standard at Glenfinnan, marking the start of the 1745 Jacobite campaign. An army of 1,500 rallied to join Bonnie Prince Charlie – they marched as far south as Derby before the retreat began that would seal their fate.
In 1815, the 18m-high monument was built here, with the lone, kilted Highlander at the top providing a poignant reminder of the clansmen who gave their lives to the Jacobite cause.
“I remember that pomegranate well- the leathery red skin, the fleshy weight of it in my hand promising wine-sweet clusters of ruby fruit. As I lifted it off the pile, I imagined the satisfying crunch, the release of tangy perfume, the juices glazing my lips and running down my chin. Ah, that biblical fruit with its poignant umbilical tip, choice of the gods and food of the dead.”
― Elle Newmark, The Book of Unholy Mischief
Skye is a truly magical place. It is the largest island in the Inner Hebrides and home to some of Scotland's most famous landscapes. With its mountain ranges, miles of breathtaking coastlines and poignant history, the island inspires in many ways.
The most majestic geological features of the island, such as the Old Man of Storr, the Quiraing and the Cuillin, are particularly impressive.
Power jets (Whittle) W2/700 Turbojet engine 1944. Manufacturers serial number 18. Air ministry number AM 487847 with starter motor.
This engine is from the final series made by Frank Whittle's company Power Jets. Frank Whittle was a cadet in the Royal Air Force in 1928 when he had the idea for a gas turbine engine. He saw that this would enable aircraft to fly far higher and faster than with a piston engine and a propeller.
Whittle had problems in getting finance, but by 1936 the threat or war encouraged air rearmament. The Air Ministry began to support development and, in May 1941, the Gloster-Whittle E.28/39 made its first flight with the experimental Power Jets W.1 engine. These flights were so successful that quantity production was assigned to the Rover car company. The relationship between Whittle and Rover went badly and Rolls-Royce took over production in 1943.
The W2/700 is a poignant relic of the Whittle team and the short-lived Power Jets company. It was, in their view, their best engine but, by the time it was developed, manufacture had passed to the mainstream aero-engine companies and Power Jets was converted into a national gas turbine research centre. Whittle did not achieve his dream of manufacturing the jet himself, but he led Britain into the jet age and established it as a major centre of gas turbine design and manufacture.
Text Ref: collection.sciencemuseumgroup.org.uk/objects/co30537/powe...
This engine is exhibited at the Science Museum in London.
One of Norfolk’s finest churches. Huge for what is now a small village. Middle Ages Norfolk was very rich from its wool trade with mainland Europe and Cley was an important port. St Margaret’s reflects all this.
It was partially rebuilt starting in the 1320s by master mason William Ramsey whose family worked the Palace of Westminster and parts of Norwich Cathedral. The Perpendicular style nave was completed.
Then the Black Death of the late 1340s arrived. Possibly half of Cley's population succumbed including the rebuilding sponsor and his son. Trade was disrupted and the port impoverished. Further rebuilding, including that of the chancel and the old tower, was abandoned. St Margaret’s somehow brings home to us those days – especially poignant in current times.
Note the clerestory windows, alternate two-light and roundels. A nice architectural whimsy that adds to the appearance.
Interior:
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'The Last Hurrah' is a macro photograph of a peony, and a tribute to the members of 'The Thursday Murder Club' by Richard Osman. I love a good murder mystery, and this one was moving and poignant as well!
One of Norfolk’s finest churches. Huge for what is now a small village. Middle Ages Norfolk was very rich from its wool trade with mainland Europe and Cley was an important port. St Margaret’s reflects all this.
It was partially rebuilt starting in the 1320s by master mason William Ramsey whose family worked the Palace of Westminster and parts of Norwich Cathedral. The Perpendicular style nave was completed.
Then the Black Death of the late 1340s arrived. Possibly half of Cley's population succumbed including the rebuilding sponsor and his son. Trade was disrupted and the port impoverished. Further rebuilding, including that of the chancel and the old tower, was abandoned. St Margaret’s somehow brings home to us those days – especially poignant in current times.
The internal lighting is brilliant, much aided by the clerestory windows, alternate two-light and roundels A shaft of sunlight touches the seven sacrament font.
Another internal view: www.flickr.com/photos/lesc/51954116011/in/photostream/
Cley windmill
For my Mother on Mother's Day 2023.
I wish all mothers a happy day today. They often do not realise how much they are a guiding light in our lives, shaping our hopes and dreams from the earliest of days. Today is particularly poignant for my Mum. This is her first Mother's Day in 67 years that she has not shared with my late father. Hard to believe it has been six months already since he died. You are loved Mum.
A rather poignant view of a tree among the moss covered remains of its neighbours. Taken in Barnes's Grove, Buckinghamshire.
A poignant fall morning is greeted by Beech Mountain Railroad's unnumbered SW7 rounding through the sweeping - but sharp - curve at Cobbs Hollow, WV. The Left Fork of the Buckhannon River peacefully flows along the railroad throughout it's entire length. The river’s flow was quite low on this day, a result from persisting drought conditions happening in the area.
Eyemouth, Scotland
A poignant memorial shows the widows and children left heartbroken by the worst fishing disaster in Scottish history
The National Trust for Scotland cares for Glencoe National Nature Reserve, a 14,000 acre estate with 60 kilometres of footpaths for you to explore, marvel at the panoramic mountain views and spot internationally-renowned wildlife. Glencoe is a natural wonder, the remnants of a 'caldera' or super-volcano, formed many millions of years ago and later shaped by glaciers during numerous Ice Ages. Its history is a poignant one, most famed for the 'Massacre' of 1692 and more recently as a playground for pioneering mountaineers and climbers. Find out more or support the conservation work of Glencoe's Ranger team at the NTS Glencoe Visitor Centre at the western end of the Glen.
Information by The National Trust.
Texture's and Effect's by William Walton & Topaz.
One of Norfolk’s finest churches. Huge for what is now a small village. Middle Ages Norfolk was very rich from its wool trade with mainland Europe and Cley was an important port. St Margaret’s reflects all this.
It was partially rebuilt starting in the 1320s by master mason William Ramsey whose family worked the Palace of Westminster and parts of Norwich Cathedral. The Perpendicular style nave was completed.
Then the Black Death of the late 1340s arrived. Possibly half of Cley's population succumbed including the rebuilding sponsor and his son. Trade was disrupted and the port impoverished. Further rebuilding, including that of the chancel and the old tower, was abandoned. St Margaret’s somehow brings home to us those days – especially poignant in current times.
More internal views: www.flickr.com/photos/lesc/51954116011/in/photostream/
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Exterior:
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Cley windmill
April is National Poetry Month, a celebration of poets and poetry that's been in place for 25 years.
Last month, as the U.S. grieved over attacks against Asian Americans, NPR's Morning Edition collected poems on how people grapple with the increased violence and discrimination.
Over 500 listeners shared powerful, poignant poems — in the form of a list beginning with the word "today." They showcased fear, anger, empathy and motivation to make the world a better place.
NPR's resident poet Kwame Alexander took lines from the submissions to create a community poem, "Today, I Am A Witness To Change."
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To quote just a few:
Today I hesitate
for the first time, I wonder if I should stay home and not walk the neighborhood.
it's not the weather or the virus — the day is beautiful
Today
I'm frozen
Terrified.
I cannot hide
This skin
This hair
These eyes.
I see the punch, punch, punch of a community at war.
Today I am a witness.
I rush past the jeering white boys that say I brought corona to America.
My soul is wary.
Today, a video call full of empty boxes
Stares at me, apprehensively.
Students locked behind a screen
Their hearts and minds
Severed
From one another.
Today, the headlines say March Madness
Today, I don't watch basketball.
The madness is in the streets.
In broad daylight.
On the concrete sidewalks of New York.
In the silence of bystanders.
It's in the textbooks. The classrooms. The family dinners. The lies we tell.
Today the rain falls
and falls
and falls
and falls.
a silent tear from a weeping woman.
Today, I will say their names
I will cancel class and try again tomorrow.
That's a scary thought to commute to NYC nowadays for me, even I'm FULLY inoculated. :-(((
Le site du cimetière de bateaux est surement, à cause même de son caractère modeste, l'un des plus curieux espace insulaire noirmoutrin. Ce lieu, aussi insolite que discret, possède le charme d'un espace très particulier que les peintres amateurs ou officiels de la marine ont su de tout temps représenter sur leurs toiles. Le regard est interpellé par les vieilles coques en bois multicolores d'anciennes unités de pêche sur la rive droite du chenal : ces témoins d'un passé révolu forment un poignant cimetière de bateaux. Il se dégage de ces espaces loin de l'activité urbaine de la rive Nord une nostalgie qui confère à ce cimetière de bateaux une atmosphère très particulière. Les bateaux, abandonnés depuis des dizaines d'années, semblent attendre que la mer les fasse lentement disparaître, offrent un spectacle changeant en fonction des marées et de la météo.
The site of the boat cemetery is surely, because of its modest character, one of the most curious island areas in Noirmoutrin. This place, as unusual as it is discreet, has the charm of a very special space that amateur painters or naval officials have always known how to represent on their paintings. The gaze is drawn to the old multicolored wooden hulls of old fishing units on the right bank of the channel: these witnesses of a bygone past form a poignant cemetery of boats. These spaces, far from the urban activity of the North Shore, emanate a nostalgia which gives this boat cemetery a very special atmosphere. The boats, abandoned for decades, seem to wait for the sea to slowly make them disappear, offering a spectacle that changes according to the tides and the weather.
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A vibrant tribute to a valiant people
"А ми нашу славну Україну, хей, хей, розвеселимо"
"And we shall cheer for our glorious Ukraine"
Have a look to this beautiful but poignant video :
Pink Floyd … feat. Andriy Khlyvnyuk (Ukrainian rockstar) (April 8, 2022)
Soulac – Mistral : This building will be destroyed, not by bombs, but by the sea
This`is a tribute shot to a dear friend. Thank you for bringing much light, meaning and happiness in to my life. Stay facing the sun so you don't notice the shadows... Wishing you a safe and happy journey through the mountains of Switzerland, and through life itself. Hope this one is moody enough :)
Since my company is going virtual, I have been making room to bring office paraphernalia to my home office...that means going through old photo albums and boxes of pre-digital images. Huge project, but it has given me the opportunity to revisit places I travel to with my late husband in the '90s and early 2000s - nothing earlier because of the Oakland fire in 1991. It has been fun and poignant. It reminds me of one of the values of photography - memories attach themselves to images.
Explore #340 7/7/20
This place has so often brought calm and serenity to me, and I am always reluctant to let it go. This time feels especially poignant ... so I'll leave it there in a spirit of gratitude.
Thankyou Furillen.
"A poignant and fascinating image of a restaurateur working on a precious sculpture. Under his "magic touch" the sculpture seems to come alive.and include him in the scene. Fantastic image. Great light and colors. So expressive."
A review by a Flickr friend/connoisseur Gertrud Klopp
“MEMORY'S SO TREACHEROUS. ONE MOMENT YOU'RE LOST IN A CARNIVAL OF DELIGHTS, WITH POIGNANT CHILDHOOD AROMAS , THE FLASHING NEON OF PUBERTY, ALL THAT SENTIMENTAL CANDY-FLOSS ...
THE NEXT , IT LEADS YOU SOMEWHERE YOU DON'T WANT TO GO...
...SOMEWHERE DARK AND COLD, FILLED WITH THE DAMP, AMBIGUOUS SHAPES OF THINKS YOU'D HOPED WERE FORGOTTEN.
MEMORIES CAN BE VILE, REPULSIVE LITTLE BRUTES. LIKE CHILDREN, I SUPPOSE. HAHA.
BUT CAN WE LIVE WITHOUT THEM? MEMORIES ARE WHAT OUR REASON IS BASED UPON. IF WE CAN'T FACE THEM, WE DENY REASON ITSELF!
ALGHOUGH, WHY NOT? WE AREN'T CONTRACTUALLY TIED DOWN TO RATIONALITY!
THERE IS NO SANITY CLAUSE!
SO WHEN YOU FIND YOURSELF LOCKED ONTO AN UNPLEASANT TRAIN OF THOUGHT, HEADING FOR THE PLACES IN YOUR PAST WHERE THE SCREAMING IS UNBEARABLE, REMEMBER THERE'S ALWAYS MADNESS.
MADNESS IS THE EMERGENCY EXIT...
YOU CAN JUST STEP OUTSIDE, AND CLOSE THE DOOR ON ALL THOSE DREADFUL THINGS THAT HAPPENED. YOU CAN LOCK THEM AWAY...
FOREVER.”
― Alan Moore, Batman: The Killing Joke
Even nature seemed to want to show it's solidarity with the Ukrainian people yesterday . I was walking on the cliffs at Flamborough yesterday and the combination of the blue sky and the yellow gorse was striking and poignant .
I cannot even contemplate the courage it must take to stand and fight against an enemy much larger and more powerful than you.Very little good will come from this obscene carnage. What Putin is doing in Ukraine is criminal but he has also treated his own people appalling for years. My only hope it will make people realise that democracy is precious and needs to be defended . Whether it comes under attack by means of arms or by corrupt narcissistic politicians who want to undermine it to increase their own power.
THANKS FOR YOUR VISIT TO MY STREAM.
I WOULD BE VERY GRATEFUL IF YOU COULD NOT FAVE A PHOTO WITHOUT ALSO LEAVING A COMMENT .
These empty cages in Angel Place Sydney ( NSW) represent the birds no longer heard in the city mostly because of loss of habitat. A poignant memorial to our long lost feathered friends.
A poignant scene from Hillock Wood, one that I walk past frequently and always think that it would be a good shot, but from all the images I have taken previously this one seems right. A stitched pano taking in the width of the fallen conifer.
This romantically-named mural near the Catedral de Barcelona was only meant to be a temporary exhibition. It was unveiled in 2014 for the 300th anniversary of September 11, 1714, a day known as Catalonia Day, or La Diada, which commemorates Catalan surrender in the War of Spanish Succession. Catalan photographer Joan Fontcuberta asked readers of El Periódico newspaper to send him photographs of their own moments of freedom. Fontcuberta and ceramicist Toni Cumella then printed 4,000 of these personal shots onto mosaics, arranging them by color and density so that, from afar, the 26-foot-tall mural shows two people kissing. This kiss—a symbol of affection, empathy, and liberty—felt so poignant that the local government never took it down. Source: Gemma Askham
A poignant memorial of the atomic bomb on 6th August 1945. Because the explosion was almost directly overhead, the building was able to retain its shape. The building's vertical columns were able to resist the nearly vertical downward force of the blast, and parts of the concrete and brick outer walls remained intact.