On the left the large white metal cross along the Interstate 70 near Richmond, Indiana. The small weathered wooden cross stands in an back alley in Eaton, Ohio. One is placed in the open for all to witness. The other is hidden away requiring a journey to seek it out. One is new, complete and brilliantly white. The other is old, broken, and stressed.
These two crosses are different and yet they are similar. They both have meaning and represent an event. One speaks loudly and the other in a quiet whisper. One is strong and mighty. The other exhibits a battered strength of survival.
My journey is to seek out the quiet whisper of the battered strength of survival that I hear.