Pigs and Swans

I've heard of pork and beans, but never pigs and swans.

Both were at or near the national cemetery...the swans being on the grounds.

I snuck up behind a building where the honor guards come together, and started snapping.

It never fails. I always forget where I am. The beginning of the 21 gun salute REALLY startled me. It was BAM...BAM...BAM, as I jumped back, and naturally ducked.

Daddy Swan must have noticed. In the picture in the lower right...I think he is chuckling at my expense.

After the gun salute, the playing of Taps always gets to me. Another ceremony, another lakeside funeral service, another death. Even the swans got solemn.

Hope to catch up later. I've been fighting with time lately.