Only my trip to DC I learned to much to retain in my one track mind.
I was able to remember a few random facts I’ve had thrown at me.
Like how the white house was designed
by an Irish man.
And how many unknown soldiers
there truly were.
But the most important thing I learned
was that there are some things a camera just can’t capture.
A camera can’t capture the beauty of a cathedral.
Like the light seeping through the multi-colored stain glass windows
or its intimidating height.
A camera can’t capture the reflection of a little girl’s somber eyes
as she starts at her great grand daddy’s name on the black glassy wall known at the veterans memorial.
It defiantly can’t capture the beauty in the scenery
that mother nature blessed this place with.
Like the rolling mountain tops painted with wildflowers
or trees that as a canopy as you walk down the sidewalk.
A camera can’t capture the wind whispering cold secrets in my ear in the early morning.
Nor can it capture the soul found in the indescribable tune
played by a street musician’s saxophone.
I guess there are just some things that can’t be shared through a digital lens.
Maybe I’ll just have to keep everything locked away in my memories.