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Now to get serious for a moment
Today is the 65th anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima. I always feel like words don't really do justice when I talk about this beautiful city, so I thought I'd post some of my Hiroshima pictures instead:
Paper cranes folded by Sasaki Sadako, a young girl who died of radiation poisoning.
If there's one misconception I'd love cleared up, it's that Hiroshima is still a struggling, recovering city. Hiroshima is alive.
The memorial statue, the flame that will burn as long as there are nuclear weapons in the world, and the atom bomb dome, built in a straight line from one to the other.
The children's memorial. The girl on top of the statue holding a paper crane is Sadako.
A memorial to the many Koreans living in Hiroshima at the time.
The epicenter of the bomb.
A memorial to the unclaimed, unidentified victims.
The clock chimes every morning at the time the bomb dropped: 8:15am.
And one last memorial, this one for the mobilized students who were working near the epicenter when the bomb dropped.
I also want to link you all to this personal account of that day by Matsubara Miyoko, a remarkable woman who I had the privilege of meeting last summer. It's not an easy read, but it was very important to Matsubara-san that her story be told and remembered. I hope you'll give it a look. ♥
Paper cranes folded by Sasaki Sadako, a young girl who died of radiation poisoning. If there's one misconception I'd love cleared up, it's that Hiroshima is still a struggling, recovering city. Hiroshima is alive. The memorial statue, the flame that will burn as long as there are nuclear weapons in the world, and the atom bomb dome, built in a straight line from one to the other. The children's memorial. The girl on top of the statue holding a paper crane is Sadako. A memorial to the many Koreans living in Hiroshima at the time. The epicenter of the bomb. A memorial to the unclaimed, unidentified victims. The clock chimes every morning at the time the bomb dropped: 8:15am. And one last memorial, this one for the mobilized students who were working near the epicenter when the bomb dropped. I also want to link you all to this personal account of that day by Matsubara Miyoko, a remarkable woman who I had the privilege of meeting last summer. It's not an easy read, but it was very important to Matsubara-san that her story be told and remembered. I hope you'll give it a look. ♥