Totally processed, noisy, and shot from my cell phone, the frame stands because there’s something interesting about how the Eastward wind unfurls the flag as it’s flooded with light. Scenes like this interest me because they show how symbol and structure coalesce.
Those who look closely might find a strong resemblance in this flag to the one planted on the moon by the first Apollo mission. Our lives are so entwined and predicated by ever present patriotism that we often forget that staking flags like this are often acts of domination and statements of power. In this shot concrete and cloth coalesce in a gritty way to draw out the ambivalence of American power, from the colonial period to the post-Industrial present. Depending on where you stand in relation to the colonial difference, one will ether feel pride or disdain when encountering scenes like this.