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Son. Husband. Father. Grandfather. Marine. And to me, forever Uncle Frank. On June 11, 2019, Francis J. Walley was laid to rest at Arlington National Ceremony with full military honors. I am so grateful that I was asked to document his service. Thank you for the dancing lessons, and for holding off the rain. You are so much to so
Then, as the midday sun withdraws from the gulf the shadow of the mountains, the clouds begin to roll out of the lower valleys. They swathe in sombre tatters the naked crags of precipices above the wooded slopes, hide the peaks, smoke in stormy trails across the snows of Higuerota. The Cordillera is gone from you as if it had dissolved itself into great piles of grey and black vapours that travel out slowly to seaward and vanish into thin air all along the front before the blazing heat of the day. The wasting edge of the cloud-bank always strives for, but seldom wins, the middle of the gulf.