Startlingly clear day at West Point. Took this medium-format, old-timey style photograph showing some detail from the plain.
This place has a memory. Time largely stands still here as memory resists fading. Traditions continue. Some bars are raised while other bars are awarded at graduation.
Graduates return as veterans of military service. Many graduates return having served in combat, battles, conflict, or war. Returning to this location is the closest many of us will get to time traveling. Anyone who looks at the old eyes of a graduate sees recognition, longing, and the fog of recollection. Those who graduate from this place have returned home at least once–some for eternity. All who graduate from West Point have, in our rock-bound highland academy, some vestige of home.