Pictures taken this past autumn at Antietam National Battlefield remind me of why I am eagerly looking toward May 28, and my return to full-time Rangering (for the Summer, that is).
Every season reveals a different aspect of the beauty of the Antietam Creek Valley. Here's the historic Sherrick Farm bathed in the fog rolling up from the creek.
Looking up the "witness tree" on the Union side of Burnside Bridge. Visitors always ask if there are bullets deep inside. I can only imagine that there are.
Through the mist the Antietam rolls slowly toward the Potomac River to eventually lend its waters to the bay and the ocean beyond. I have to wonder if a hundred and forty five years ago some floating piece of wreckage from the battle drifted down this creek only to end up on some beach on another continent, leaving some beachcomber to ponder the origin of so foreign an object.