








Bataan Shadows
In Stock, Limited Edition
At Mile 15 in my first Bataan Memorial Death March, long-dead soldiers walked beside me. Your presence was faint, and the only sound was that of my feet on the dusty rocky trail. You stayed but a moment; after you left, the bending bowing cactus and pinon accompanied me. They lined the road much as the Filipino women and children must have done over 70 years ago – trying to provide food and water. I wanted pictures of you to take as a blessed remembrance, but (ironically) for me, had no camera. This year, once again, as the soldiers left me, you appeared and I was able to capture your presence. Thank you for being there.
Size is approximately 50 × 28 inches.
Due to the handcrafted process and inherent nature of the materials used, slight variations in color might be visible from the listed photos.
In Stock, Limited Edition
At Mile 15 in my first Bataan Memorial Death March, long-dead soldiers walked beside me. Your presence was faint, and the only sound was that of my feet on the dusty rocky trail. You stayed but a moment; after you left, the bending bowing cactus and pinon accompanied me. They lined the road much as the Filipino women and children must have done over 70 years ago – trying to provide food and water. I wanted pictures of you to take as a blessed remembrance, but (ironically) for me, had no camera. This year, once again, as the soldiers left me, you appeared and I was able to capture your presence. Thank you for being there.
Size is approximately 50 × 28 inches.
Due to the handcrafted process and inherent nature of the materials used, slight variations in color might be visible from the listed photos.
In Stock, Limited Edition
At Mile 15 in my first Bataan Memorial Death March, long-dead soldiers walked beside me. Your presence was faint, and the only sound was that of my feet on the dusty rocky trail. You stayed but a moment; after you left, the bending bowing cactus and pinon accompanied me. They lined the road much as the Filipino women and children must have done over 70 years ago – trying to provide food and water. I wanted pictures of you to take as a blessed remembrance, but (ironically) for me, had no camera. This year, once again, as the soldiers left me, you appeared and I was able to capture your presence. Thank you for being there.
Size is approximately 50 × 28 inches.
Due to the handcrafted process and inherent nature of the materials used, slight variations in color might be visible from the listed photos.