The Vimy Memorial is an astonishing monument, grief and mourning, all in creamy whiteness, fossilized in limestone.  It seems to float on the hill, just between the sky and great grass waves churning in the light.  The grass is never mowed because its embedded with unexploded munitions. Combined with images taken from other military cemeteries and places of interest, I've included a shot of my Aunt Paule's living room floor.

In its own humble way, it too is a work of art.