Upon entering the exhibit, the first thing we encountered was a red shoe in a glass case placed in front of a large mural of shoes. This red shoe was one of many shoes found in the Auschwitz warehouses after liberation. This bright colored lady's shoe placed in front of the mural that was a sea of worn and dark-colored footwear served as a poignant and deeply personal item that instantly connected visitors with the human stories behind the overwhelming statistics of 1.3 million deportees.
Back to dreary Dayton...last week it rained hard almost every day and we were taking care of our son's dog. All the rain brought out lots of worms that needed to escape the water-saturated soil. The dog was curious and while he'll eat most anything, he stayed away from a worm snack.
After the rain comes the most welcome blue sky. These are the Carillon Bells, which if you remember from some December posts, this is the bell tower that is turned into the giant Tree of Lights. A few puddles lined the road and as I drove past my brain went into whatever gear: puddles, bell tower, reflections, so I stopped and took a few "Reflections on a Late Winter's Day" photos.









I love that misty, rainy street scene. So very evocative of March!
ReplyDeleteWe've gone from snowy to rainy to foggy to sunny with this crazy end-of-winter cycle.
DeleteThat is a great museum space, it was a spectacular train station.
ReplyDeleteThe old train stations are such beautiful buildings.
DeleteThe exhibit and poems are sobering. Thank you for sharing them. How lovely that you're having some blue sky weather with spring on the way.
ReplyDeleteIt was a very sobering, powerful exhibit and I was emotionally drained when we left. The blue sky weather is so refreshing!
DeleteThat exhibit must have been very moving. I remember going to the Holocaust Museum in D.C. and feeling overwhelmingly sad as I left. The same thing happened to me when I visited the 9/11 memorial in NYC. I love that foggy street scene and the reflections.
ReplyDeleteThe 9/11 Memorial and Museum is very moving. I felt that same sadness leaving there as I did leaving the Auschwitz exhibit. I love foggy weather...so quiet and mysterious.
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