After the message sinks in we are left with the subject matter - hauntingly beautiful images that dance across the picture plane from one side to the middle and beyond like a newly, and quickly forming fissure in the earth.
You can hear the drums from a mile away. The pulse of the Surdo, heavy beats, the heart of the samba band; the Dobra, carrying the melody; the Repique adding snappy sounds alongside the Snare. The beats draw people in and keep crowds entranced.
If you venture across the National Mall, you will find precious few memorials to women. At one end, Abraham Lincoln's stoic face scans the two-mile-long lawn. In the middle is the monument to George Washington.
Japan's most iconic season is almost here. Cherry blossom time. Clouds of pink petals cover the nation as the flower front moves slowly north. Every village, town and city lets business-as-usual slide to indulge in days of hanami, flower viewing parties.
It cannot be overstated that in Japan, the sakura is serious business. But why are the blossoms so significant? Here's hoping you get out and enjoy them this spring -- perhaps, even, with a little more history than before.
Nearly every neighborhood has it's own poofy pink claim to fame, even naughty Roppongi. On the way to the clubs, stop by Tokyo Midtown. The road at the back and side of the complex has 150 trees that are floodlit at night.
Every change of season evokes emotions, but spring, charging out of winter's cold dark with renewed life and brighter days, seems our most beloved. New hopes bloom like flowers springing back from roots we feared lost to numbing ice.