On Which We Tread

This print shows my son Julian's feet on the day we visited Auschwitz and Birkenau.  The sun was setting, and the museum complex was about the close.  The earth came alive in the moment, casting long shadows, and setting all things in an orange light.  I sensed an urgency and quiet alertness to the importance of the moment, to capture it.  The feet of many martyrs had walked these same stones.  I needed to find the connection to them, and it seemed obvious that all I had to do was look down and see where our feet touched the ground.  The earth would tell all.

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