I’ve been agonizing over what to blog about Boston. Three times I’ve put my complex and conflicting thoughts/emotions/questions/ confusions/hopefulness/despair to paper, and each time ended up deleting what I had written because my words were woefully inadequate to capture the mood of the moment.
And then I saw this. One photo that so simply says EVERYTHING there is to say about the mayhem at the marathon.
A photo of… You guessed it… I type this with tears in my eyes… Martin Richard, the 8 year old boy who was so senselessly slain while cheering for family friends as they crossed the finish line.