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Washington had marched all the way here from New York, scrapping his plans to attack that city BEFORE he learned that the French had defeated the British Navy here. His chance paid off, and bad weather prevented Cornwallis from escaping across the river. With additional British troops an unknown distance away, Cornwallis had no choice but to surrender. The troops came to this field and threw down their arms desultorily.
It took two more years to officially end the war, but after Yorktown, it was pretty much over.
"Unconditional Surrender" is a 25-foot tall, 6,000 pound sculpture created by J. Seward Johnson. Based on a photo taken the day World War II ended, it features a sailor kissing a nurse.
www.navy.mil/view_single.asp?id=43227
This shot gives a sense of scale.
the past is sweet and sour,
orange and gray.
lollipops and fear,
salted with pain.
my dreams are full of sorrow,
lust and fantasy,
broken hopes and sweet tomorrows,
everything that just can't be.
reality is flawless,
chaotic and free.
tempted by illusion,
i'm forced to open up and see.
here and now holds a promise,
of change and brand new days.
tears don't mean only sorrow,
and i will find my way.
copyright 12dec03
Victoria M (aka soulspin... me)
Lee's Surrender overshot blanket, ready to weave. This felt good!
I assume that this weaving pattern came from sometime around the Civil War, given the name. I can't wait to actually have it finished!
"Unconditional Surrender", a 25-foot statue created by renowned artist J. Seward Johnson, was temporarily taken down from its location along the bayfront in Sarasota, FL so that it can undergo maintenance in New Jersey. Crews had a tough time dismantling it. They used a blow torch, wrenches, and a sledge hammer but the bolts wouldn't budge.
Just 400 yards north of the "South of the Border" tourist stop off I-95 at the North Carolina / South Carolina border, an abandoned homestead gives the appearance a dustbowl movie set
Well I can't promise I won't fall
And I can't say I'm never scared
I can't promise much at all
But when you call me I'll be there
The Stampede of Gaia is Happening... Surrender All That Disrespects Her.... Or Perish, Mr n Mrs Cherish
… the season had begun to tighten like a gray noose around the landscape, and for a month I seemed to move beneath a canopy of brooding cloud. Only in the afternoons would the skies sometimes clear and release long pale drapes of yellow light, calling forth across the ever-barer hills an answering shade from the surrendering foliage; …
Quoted from:
Mirrors of the Unseen – Journeys in Iran
Jason Elliot, England