Posted on 06/28/2011 3:31:52 PM PDT by ButThreeLeftsDo
It was a crow that first caught Frank Glick's attention. It was flying around erratically, so Glick got out his Nikon camera and followed it. It was around 6 a.m. on a hazy spring day and he was driving through Fort Snelling National Cemetery because he was early for a training meeting at Delta Airlines, where he works.
Glick is an amateur photographer, but he always carries his camera, just in case. So he followed the crow, in some cultures a symbol of good luck and magic, until he saw it: a huge eagle perched on a tombstone, its eyes alert, its head craned, looking for prey. In the foreground, dew glistened on the grass.
Glick got his shot.
He didn't think too much about the photo, until he showed it to a co-worker, Tom Ryan, who e-mailed it to his brother, Paul.
Paul wondered whether a relative of the soldier might want a copy. The tail of the eagle partially covered the man's name, but Paul did some research and looked up the soldier's name in newspaper obituaries. The eagle had landed on the grave of Sgt. Maurice Ruch, who had been a member of the St. Anthony Kiwanis Club, the obituary said.
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Great post!
PING!!
That is very cool.
A photo to ponder....
Thanks for sharing that with us.
Something is wrong with my monitor...it’s all blurry...
Mine too.
I think that eagle was there for all of our fallen heros. What a symbolic pic! One for the ages imho.
Frank Glick may win some awards with that snap.
bttt
Beautiful!
Just wow — just wow.
Kathy, think this might be a nice opening pic for the Canteen someday soon? And the story, of course...
bump
What an absolutely fantastic picture! Please, please let me not find that it was PhotoShopped.Sorry, it is the times we live in.
I believe that the story checks out...
I have taken a lot of eagle pictures, but nothing with the power of this one.
My Dad, Uncle, and Grandparents are buried at Arlington ...
I usually go to visit early in the AM or at dusk ...
One time, I was there early - at my grandparents grave. Fog was rolling down the street, with the early morning sun just beginning to clear the Pentagon in the east ...
I heard an ominous clop, clop, clop from the direction of the fog. When I turned, the horse-drawn caisson began to slowly appear from the fog - silouetted with the rays of the sun from behind ...
First burial of the day - it was very humbling ...
Hate to say this, but it looks photoshopped to me.
Though I may not agree with most everything Jon Tevlin writes, I do know that he does his research very well...
Agree...
Just downloaded that to a thumbdrive to take to work an make a larger photo print to frame.
Thanks....
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