9 March, 2007
There’s this place that I pass two times every day I drive to & from work. It’s called “Our Garden of Angels.” It sits on a relatively desolate section of the drive, but is next to an industrial complex of some sort. “Our Garden of Angels” is built around the memory of a young girl named Amy Robinson who was murdered on this spot on her way to work one morning.
The plaque, which is not in the picture but instead is on the gate of the actual memorial across Mossier Valley Rd, reads:
“This is the place where Amy Robinson was taken and murdered. She was kidnapped by two co-workers while on her way to work. Because she did not like to be alone, others decided to put their loved ones in the garden with Amy.
The voices of loved ones silenced because of murder heard in the garden. These proud white crosses speak for each of them.
The Garden of Angels is not a place of death but a place representing life. Love radiates from these very surroundings filling the night with wonderful happy memories of a time when these voices spoke with laughter and joy.
Our angels never forgotten because love for them never fades and their memories will never die. Along with the memories comes hope for a tomorrow without violence.
Welcome to “Our Garden of Angels” Where in this serene and peaceful place, if you listen, you can hear echoes of the voices of angels.”
Amy did not like, in life, to be alone. In death she will never be, as her lone memorial was soon joined by another, then four more and so on, all victims of violence who deserved better than they got.
The sun was setting on my way home this evening, and I stopped to take photos. I had done so before, but had never bothered to read about the place. Now I have, now I know that even in death those we love will never be alone.
Cheers.
~KR (9 March, 2007)
Camera: Canon PowerShot S1 IS
Exposure: 0.017 sec (1/60)
Aperture: f/4.5
Focal Length: 58 mm
Exposure Bias: 0/3 EV
Flash: Flash did not fire
