WEIRD TIMES

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,

Land of the pilgrims’ pride,

From every mountainside

Let freedom ring!

My native country, thee,

Land of the noble free,

Thy name I love;

I love thy rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills;

My heart with rapture thrills,

Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees

Sweet freedom’s song;

Let mortal tongues awake;

Let all that breathe partake;

Let rocks their silence break,

The sound prolong.

Our fathers’ God to Thee,

Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing.

Long may our land be bright,

With freedom’s holy light,

Protect us by Thy might,

Great God our King.

Written by Samuel Francis Smith

The Republic of California. Not exactly synonymous with patriotism, but this here site may transform preconceptions.

Takes place on Pepperdine University’s lawn for three consecutive  years. This year it was left up a bit longer for whatever reason. Each flag represents each of the fallen of 911.

Evidenced in the powerful visual, even more spellbinding is the sound the flags make with the strong current blowing through. Each banner individuating and thrusting into one seamless Zen-like soundtrack.

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