Tonight, Matty and I drove up Columbia Pike and saw the light tribute.
I have to say, it was gorgeous. The light patterns shifted and changed position and color every few minutes.
Every light that you see represented one life lost.
It was touching to see these lights move dramatically in many different formations, and then split to make new ones.
They looked like ghosts floating in the sky.
I will let these images speak for themselves.
3 comments:
Thanks for posting those pictures.
The spotlights in the sky make me think of "Close Encounters Of The Third Kind." Great shots, Stephen~
pretty
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