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Disclaimer: I was hung over and sleep depraved when I wrote this at Bucharest Airport. But I just re-read and I still agree. :)

I just spent 10 days in Romania. There was not a specific reason why I went, it was just a country that I have never visited so I booked a flight. A friend…

Eugene Smith, who captured some of the rawest, most unsettling images of the Second World War, was seriously wounded by mortar fire while covering the Battle of Okinawa in the spring of 1945. A year later, in the midst of a grueling recovery from his injury (he could barely hold a camera) and as America struggled with its hard-won transition from war to peace, Smith resolved that the first photograph he made in the post-war era would be not of destruction or despair, but affirmation. Here, in a picture of his own son and daughter, Patrick and Juanita, on a walk near their home, Smith masterfully conveys not only a sense of near-mythic mystery — two children emerge from a shadowy wood into the sunlight after who-knows-what adventures — but, somehow, an entire nation’s mood. Danger is past, the photo suggests. The future beckons.