I took this photo back in November 2007, but I just noticed it in my iPhoto collection and thought I’d post it here.

There are so many times when a Republican was standing in front of the flag and it made me feel like I had nothing in common with my nation. If THAT was what my flag stood for, then I was having a hard time feeling any affinity with my country.

The day I saw this flag flying, I thought to myself how beautiful it was and how much I loved the orange rocks and sand it protected. It was one of those strange moments when I realized that it’s MY flag, too.