Flag Wave

The overhead flags swayed lazily, barely noticeable in the gentle afternoon breeze closer to the ground. From end to end, they moved like a wave approaching the shore, their motion evident in the rows of small cloth pieces just above the pedestrian street for nearly a block.

For me, the essence of this moment could only be encapsulated in a triptych. Three images, each capturing the fluidity and grace of the scene happening just overhead.