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palmtreepalmtree · 4 years

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On the last leg of my trip this past weekend, we stopped at the National Historic Site of the Manzanar internment camp. This was one of several locations in the United States where Japanese Americans were incarcerated during WW II. Make no mistake, they were prisoners.

It was a blisteringly cold day. Windy and overcast. It was difficult to walk around.

What struck me most about the site was how little remains of the place where more than 120,000 Americans were held. I included a photo of the scale model that shows the size of the camp. The photo just above it is the vast emptiness that's there now. There are remnants of the people who lived here---gardens that have been unearthed through restoration efforts, concrete foundations, front steps leading to nowhere---but it is mostly empty.

The museum is small but powerful. It appears to have been completed perhaps in 2003, and the influence of that moment in time shows in part of the exhibit. But while history has changed around this place, its lessons remain. Important, powerful, painful lessons.

I placed a stone on the cemetery monument to mark my presence. You've probably seen the monument in images before. The kanji, if I have it correctly, reads "soul consoling tower."

#manzanar

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nationalparkpatchlady · 6 years

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August 14, 2018 is the 75th anniversary of the Manzanar cemetery monument. ⠀ ⠀ “On May 16, 1942, Matsunosuke Murakami, 62, became the first of 150 men, women, and children to die in camp. He and 14 others, most infants and older men without families, were laid to rest in the Manzanar cemetery. The cemetery was outside the barbed wire fence in an old peach orchard from Manzanar's farming era. In the shadow of majestic Mt. Williamson their somber funerals and memorials were attended by hundreds of mourners. ⠀ ⠀ While some deceased were sent to hometown cemeteries, most were cremated. Their ashes were held in camp until their families left Manzanar. Six burials remain today.⠀ ⠀ Visiting the cemetery can be a personal pilgrimage: of reflection, worship, remembrance, or protest. Some people leave offerings: coins, personal mementos, paper cranes, water and sake, and religious items. These are tangible expressions of the ongoing, unspoken conversations about America’s past and its future.⠀ ⠀ The monument’s Japanese Kanji characters read, “Soul Consoling Tower” on the front and “Erected by the Manzanar Japanese, August 1943” on the back.” - [nps.gov]⠀ ⠀ 📍: Manzanar National Historical Site⠀ 📅 : May 2017⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #nationalparkgeek #manzanarnationalhistoricsite (at Manzanar National Historic Site) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmdiYBcDpbB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1jhijl1cypl0b

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agent-7-at-your-service · 7 years

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Future Plot: Syer’s Rebellion - Chapter 4

((Sandra, Pyrrhus, Telemachus (mentioned), James, Market Splatoon, and Jane belongs to me

Camille and Guist belongs to @inklingleesquidly

Nebula belongs to @agenttwo and @myzzy

Marina and Wish belong to @inklingleesquidly @agenttwo and @myzzy; designs are made by @teamuntyblue / @ryan-sign-guy

Vix belongs to @teamuntyblue / @ryan-sign-guy

Beaker Jr belongs to @askvincent and @scrushling

Emerald and Sapphire belong to @son-of-joy and @twelvetailedkitsune

Suzy belongs to @son-of-joy

Mysteeri belongs to @dreadangel

Celeste (mentioned) belongs to @alpinesquid ))

((Insert opening: https://youtu.be/IBF9XEsnvJI ))

Last time on Syer's Rebellion:

Sandra and James's family reunion was bittersweet; Sandra finally finds her family, but her parents have been dead for almost two years. The one to blame was President Evelyn "Georgia III" Howe, and she is the inkling woman running the country Sandra stands in. And now that President Howe has sent Camille, Nebula, and Beaker Jr to an internment camp for their Japanese ancestry, the two siblings are committed to getting the three back.

Meanwhile, Camille, Nebula, and Beaker Jr were sent to Manzanar, an internment camp that once housed people with Japanese ancestry under suspicion of espionage. And in this camp, an inkling woman named Jane, offered them a place in her family's cabin. The warden of the facility, Chris Zorin, tried to beat information out of Camille for the whole night with no success. Overall, their stay is not going to be short; they needed to escape.

Palace of Fine Arts Theatre, San Francisco - California, United States of America - 8:30 AM

Vix, his pet tortoise Reve, Marina and Wish were in the lobby, eating some rations for breakfast. Carolyn left during the night, noting Sandra that she's heading south to hide in California.

"It's in the Fisherman's Wharf!?!" James was outraged. He slams his fist on a map of San Francisco.

Elizabeth has managed to find the underground tunnel system built by James's rebels that lead to a T-intersection of Baker Street and Beach Street. This was the only shortcut they had to take to reach Sandra's ship.

"Well, where was I supposed to put park the Shinkiro?" Sandra shrugged.

"What's wrong going there?" Pyrrhus asked. That inkling was there, wanting to help in any way he can to save Camille. Sapphire and Emerald were also there next to him, wanting to help as well.

Suzy places photos, covering up the Fisherman's Wharf on the map; they were photos of Airships and modified Ironclads, occupying that neighborhood under a military flag. Suzy then placed an electronic tablet showing a new article of the Martial Law placed on San Francisco to take out the rebellion built up there.

"The Mayor of the City has imposed martial law in this city," Suzy explained, "And they made the Fisherman's Wharf their base of operations until the rebellion that James built here is eradicated."

"That's the least of our problems," James's octoling companion, Abraham, points to an island and a bridge, "If you guys are thinking of using Sandra's ship to leave the city, you can forget it. The Splat-Coats will be using Alcatraz Island as a watchtower and the Golden Gate Bridge as a blockade gate. James, I suggest we leave by land."

"I'm not leaving the Shinkiro here!" Sandra objected.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think your brother should risk this," Abraham explained, "Besides we got other ships in others part of the States that you can command."

"But this one's a gift from my father..... the one that adopted me..." Sandra muttered half-way through her sentence. "....It's special to me." She hasn't mentioned Agent 7 for a while now.

Abrahams sighs. "You have no idea what you guys got yourselves into......but since you're her sister... I won't object to his orders." He walks off to wakes up Henri.

"We'll be taking the underground passage to get away from Splat-Coats occupying the Theatre," James was points from one area to another and makes a trail. "We'll be going through beach street hiding in a truck. I know some rebels that can sneak past security. Then we'll take Marina Blvd, then Laguna Street, and then Bay Street until we reach the Fisherman's Wharf, and trust me, at this point we'll be trespassing on hostile grounds."

"I understand the risks." Sandra already has a plan to pass through the Splat-Coats. "Is there a way to make a diversion and draw the militia away? Any place they store explosives and ammunition?"

"There's a warehouse that recently got inkstrikes that were confiscated from five different toy stores." James points to the warehouse somewhere in the Wharf. "I can have my Splatoon detonate--"

"Suzy and I can take care of that," Emerald broke in. Sapphire nods in agreement

"And after that, we'll help Sandra and the party back to the Shinkiro," Sapphire added.

"...Very well, just don't get caught, Howe has those Splat-Coat do terrible things to prisoners." James sighs. "Then let's get to it."

"What about you?" Sandra looked at him.

"No need to worry about me, Sandra, my Splatoon has allies and we'll be leaving through a different route." James unrolls a map of a California broken in two. "I'm going to have the rebellion here gather their things and head south to San Diego. Meet me there once we, understand?"

Sandra nods. "I.... I just hoped you would come on my ship."

"Don't worry, I'm sure both of us can get out of here," James replied. He then saluted to her. "E Pluribus Unum."

Sandra looked surprised. "You learned how to speak Latin?"

"No, it's the motto of the United States." James soon took out his inky wrench, adjusted his glasses, and puts on his tricorn-shaped flat cap. "Now let's go. We got a Wharf to storm."

While Sandra follows her brother, she started reflecting on her life. She lost her family and found a new one in Circe and Agent 7, but they couldn't fill the void she had. And despite the things she enjoyed about living in Inkopolis, she chose to leave that city in Japan for the United States. And now that she has found her brother, she just wanted to spend the time that was lost between her and James. However, it seems James is leading a revolution, meaning he has little time for what's left of his family. The only option she can think of as logical is to join his rebellion if it means being by his side at times.

Elizabeth and Henri were already getting Vix, Reve, Marina, Wish, Emerald, Sapphire, and Suzy into the underground passage. Market Splatoon and Sandra later followed.

Sandra walks with Marina and Wish.

"You guys think you can handle a little adventure?" Sandra asked. She is aware of their medical conditions.

"We'll be fine," Wish replied.

"I'm sure we can protect ourselves," Marina agreed, "Besides, somebody needs to save the Neo Squid Sisters."

Vix was talking with James, riding the Galapagos turtle, Reve. He was asking the rebellion leader silly questions, but James was willing to answer.

"Are we going to save Camille and Nebula?" Vix asked.

"We are going save them, alright." James sounded confident at first, but then looked bothered. "We just need the time, the material, and a plan."

"What do you have in mind?" Vix wondered.

In the Fisherman's Wharf, Mysteeri was examining the bullets the Splat-Coats forged for her. She smiles and loads them into her dual revolvers. She stood on top of one of the buildings of the Wharf.

Meanwhile...

There has been a riot at the main gates of Manzanar; a number of inmates were using farming tools as weapons. Beaker Jr almost joined the riot if it weren't for Camille and Nebula. They convinced him it was too risky to break out of Manzanar in that way Jane agreed with this as well.

In the end, the riot failed to break through the gates, and this convinced Zorin to punish the camp. He had some Splat-Coats make an example out of one of the inklings, and they picked Beaker Jr.

Ancient Monument, Manzanar Cemetery - Manzanar 2.0, Inyo County - California, the United States of 12:00 Noon

The Splat-Coats has Beaker tied to a stone monument; there were faint inscriptions of a language nearly forgotten. The families with members that took part in the riot were taken there with ink-muskets pointed at their heads. They were forced to watch this form of torture be endured by the squid. Camille, Nebula, Jane, and her family were also taken there.

An automaton stepped forward with cladding in iron and steel. It was carrying Camille's steampunk roller with a wrench-club end. It used that end and started hitting Beaker with so much force, but not enough to break the monument.

Beaker took five blows from the club, and once it was over, the Splat-Coats untie him and he lays there. He groaned in pain with ink slowly trickling down his shoulders, arms and back. It stained his clothes, and it stained the monument.

The families were sent back to the camp; Jane's family did the same. Zorin allowed Camille, Nebula, and Jane to remain but made sure charger units were there in case they make a run for it. Camille can only feel distaste towards President Howe who allowed this in the camp. She wanted to stop this whole scene but she can't; the Splat-Coats will splat her to oblivion. It was either her life or his punishment. Nebula can only feel slight fear in this, but a sense of determination to find freedom. Jane and her family just only felt nothing but the grayness of this tragic moment.

Camille and Nebula quickly help Beaker up; he was in pain. Jane walks over with a medical pouch, and it contained a small roll of bandages and some medicine to soothe the pain. After Jane patches up the small cuts and stopped the bleeding, Nebula and her carried Beaker back to the cabins.

Camille is now the only squid remaining there; she can follow, but she stayed for a while to forget what she just saw, especially if it's something terrible done to a friend. Looking at the ink-stained monument didn't even help; she read the inscription: "Soul Consoling Tower", "Erected by the Manzanar Japanese". Still, that didn't get the image of Beaker being tortured out of her mind.

Camille's watch started acting up. It was the same watch her father sent her through a package. With a press of a button, Guist came out. He must've been hiding in the watch for a while since San Francisco was put under Martial Law.

"I heard everything! What happened?" Guist was worried.

"Those Splat-Coats beat Beaky up..." Camille clenched her fists. "And I couldn't do anything to stop it..."

"That's terrible, cousin!" Guist wanted to help in any way he can. "You sure you'll be alright?"

"...I'll be fine..." Camille took a deep breath and followed Nebula and Jane back to the cabin. Guist followed as well.

That night...

Beaker Jr has made full recovery but still felt some pain from the blows of the club. Camille and Nebula were in a bedroom with Guist, talking about how they're going to get out. Jane and her family were asleep at that time. They already thought of a number of options of how to get out of Manzanar, but they needed Guist to survey the whole internment camp to see if any of the options are possible.

"Anything for you, cousin!" Guist is obliged to do this task.

"That's great." Camille is smiling. "As soon as we get out, we better find a way to reunite with Sandra and the others."

"And I guess we're planning to leave the United States?" Nebula asked, knowing Sandra would not like that idea.

"Okay, I get it! Sandy finally found her family. We can go home, right?" Camille folds her arms. Nebula gave her a look, telling her that it's a big deal to Sandra. "...... Okay, I would feel like I've missed so much if I were separated from my family for years."

"And Sandra's brother seems to be up to something, and it has to do with President Howe." Nebula has yet to put together the big picture. "I know we're no longer Agents, but Agent 7 and Neo Squidbeak Splatoon need to know this."

"Speaking of them, I bet Uncle Sev has the brains to send Celly and Telly to go after us...... with the personal fleet he gave the Splatoon." Camille rolls her eyes, imagining Telemachus and Celeste leading the fleet across the Pacific.

"Speaking of our old Splatoon..... I wonder who they got to replace us..." Nebula looked curious.

Back in San Francisco...

The Fisherman's Wharf has been raided by the rebellion that James's built up in San Francisco. Sandra lead the raid without James's permission, and somehow it routed the Splat-Coats out of the Wharf. Jame's Rebellion in this city are now seizing all the arms in the Wharf to overthrow the Mayor of San Francisco. Suzy, Emerald, and Sapphire escorted Vix, Reve, Marina, Wish, and Pyrrhus to the Shinkiro so they can prepare to sail. As for Sandra, James, and Market Splatoon, they were in the Captain's Quarters of the Shinkiro to talk about what Sandra did.

Captain's Quarters, The Shinkiro - San Francisco, California, United States of America - 4:00 PM

James slams a fist on Sandra's desk. "Are you insane, Sandra!?!"

"Why wait for a chance to attack!?" Sandra argued. "Why not just take a chance! You're leading a rebellion for Great Zapfish's Sake!"

"It's a rebellion I'm leading!" James slams his fist on the desk.

"James! Restrain yourself!" Elizabeth begged.

"Restez calme, Monsieur Syer!" Henri commented. "They mistook her as you."

"But she isn't the rebellion leader!" James argued.

"That doesn't mean she isn't allowed to help," Elizabeth responded. She folds armed. "Your sister pushed the rebellion further. This is good."

"She was being insubordinate!" James glared at Sandra.

Sandra sticks her tongue at him before looking away.

"What she did was turn a tide in the war." Abraham was examining some maps in Sandra's Captain's Quarters. "At this rate, we can take Sacramento and reunite California." Sandra is looking at him. "...Why do you think we want you guys to head to San Diego?"

Sandra shrugs and rolls her eyes. "We still have the blockade at the Golden Gate Bridge and Splat-Coats in Alcatraz Island."

"We'll take care of them, but there's no need to sail to San Diego now," Abraham explained, "In fact, you can be helpful to the rebellion." He looks to James. "Thing might've not gone as planned as you wanted, James, but it seems three leaders are better than one. Besides, you two need time together as a family."

James, being regretful of the separation, didn't respond at first; he was looking at the maps and charts. When he did respond, he nods in agreement.

"Alright, I'll give my sister chance," James answered, "After all, thanks to her, I owe her one." She smiled at her. "How about I teach you naval tactics so we can get this ship through the blockade. I'll have someone raise a fleet to deal with Alcatraz."

Sandra reaches her hand out to him, offering a handshake.

"Sure thing, brother." She smiled back.

"....And sorry for calling you insubordinate..." James apologized.

"I understand, you're leading this revolution and it's you they should be looking up to... but understand if both of us lead, this can make thing interesting." Sandra gets up and walks around the table to stand by her brother's side. "And after the war, who knows what we can do?"

#Future #Plot #Syer's Rebellion

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topworldhistory · 5 years

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Ralph Lazo wasn’t of Japanese descent, but he spent spent two years at Manzanar in solidarity with his friends.

The station was filled with worried faces and hushed voices. Soon, those who gathered there would leave their lives and livelihoods behind as prisoners of the internment camps where over 110,000 people of Japanese descent—most American citizens—would be incarcerated for the duration of World War II. They didn’t want to leave, but they had been ordered to go.

Except for Ralph Lazo, that is. The Mexican American teen wasn’t supposed to be at the station at all, but had volunteered to go. The person who took down his information in early 1942 had seen his brown skin and assumed he was Japanese, too. “They didn’t ask,” he told the Los Angeles Times later. “Being brown has its advantages.”

Lazo was about to become the only known person of non-Japanese ancestry who volunteered to live in an internment camp. What some saw as a years-long ruse or proof he sympathized with the enemy in World War II, he saw as an act of solidarity.

Ralph Lazo (far right) pictured in a yearbook photo alongside friends at the Manzanar Japanese internment camp.

By 1942, the teenager had experienced discrimination himself—and those experiences often overlapped with those of people of varying racial and ethnic identities. He was born to Mexican American parents in a black hospital in Los Angeles in 1924, a time when segregation based on skin color also extended to Latinos. He saw other discrimination on a Native American reservation in Arizona, where he lived and went to school briefly during his childhood.

The neighborhood in Los Angeles where Lazo spent most of his childhood was home to people of all sorts of nationalities and ethnic identities. And as a teenager, Lazo watched in horror as his friends, the Japanese American children of Japanese immigrants, were discriminated against. After the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor and the United States’ entry into World War II in 1941, that discrimination snowballed. Lazo’s friends were told that their parents were enemy aliens and that they were the enemy.

Those suspicions were soon reflected in national policy toward people of Japanese ancestry: The United States began rounding up Japanese American leaders, then announced plans to “evacuate” people of Japanese ancestry who lived within a wide swath of land near both coasts. Those affected lost their businesses and had to leave their homes—and friends—behind.

President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed Executive Order 9066 in February 1942 calling for the internment of Japanese-Americans after the attacks on Pearl Harbor.

The Mochida family, pictured here, were some of the 117,000 people that would be evacuated to internment camps scattered throughout the country by that June.

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At the time, Lazo was a high schooler. But he had read about evacuation orders in the newspaper, and was shocked when a neighbor, using the racist language of the day, told him he had “jewed down that Jap” after purchasing a lawnmower from a neighbor who was trying to sell all of his possessions before heading to an internment camp.

That experience was fresh in Lazo’s mind when a Japanese American friend playfully asked him what he’d do without all of his buddies. “Why don’t you come along?” he asked.

So he did. Lazo told his father he was going to camp, but was evasive. By the time he arrived at the Manzanar War Relocation Center, it was too late—and his father did not ask him to come home.

Manzanar was one of the 10 camps where Japanese Americans spent the war. Located at the base of the Sierra Nevadas, it was prone to dust storms that swept through the flimsy barracks. Lazo would come to hate the brutal summer heat and the frigid winter temperatures there.

The camp offered few comforts, but some of Lazo’s friends were there. He attended school and got a job delivering mail around camp. He also forged lasting bonds with Issei (first generation Japanese) internees, who looked after him until he moved into a friend’s barracks. At Manzanar, Lazo studied Japanese, threw parties for his friends, planted trees and even became class president. “Ralph was by far the most popular student in our Manzanar High School class,” former internee Bill Hohri told the Los Angeles Japanese Daily News in 1992.

A monument honoring the dead stands in the cemetery of what was formerly the Japanese American internment camp called Manzanar, located at the foot of the Eastern Sierras near Lone Pine, California.

The presence of spouses meant there were other non-Japanese people at Manzanar, but Lazo was the only one there out of solidarity. He did leave the camp twice: once to appear before a draft board, once to represent Manzanar’s YMCA at a Colorado conference. The draft board trip was bitterly ironic: most Japanese Americans, even citizens, were not eligible for the draft, and Lazo could leave the camp and return at will. The trip was tainted by bias, too: In Colorado, Lazo recalled, his group was refused service at a Chinese restaurant.

In August 1944, after two years at Manzanar, Lazo was drafted into the Army. Though his goal was to attend the Military Intelligence Language School, an Army program that taught Japanese to second-generation Japanese soldiers and trained them to use their language on the ground as translators and intelligence workers, he ended up fighting in the Pacific Theater instead. And his story made the national papers. “I did not believe that my friends of Japanese ancestry were disloyal to the United States,” he said.

Over the years, Lazo maintained his close ties to the Japanese American community—and his conviction that internment had been a mistake. “Internment was immoral,” he said. “It was wrong, and I couldn’t accept it.”

He was one of just 10 donors to give $1,000 or more to the lawsuit that kicked off the years-long movement for redress for those interned during the war. Eventually, people of Japanese ancestry who had been interned in the camp were paid $20,000 and given a letter of apology by the United States.

World War II was a defining moment for both Mexican American and Japanese American communities, writes historian Greg Robinson, and significant interactions between both groups in urban settings meant some shared a sense of outrage over Japanese American internment. Nonetheless, Ralph Lazo is still the only known person without Japanese ancestry—Mexican American or otherwise—to go to the camps in a non-spousal capacity.

from Stories - HISTORY https://ift.tt/2odYQXF October 02, 2019 at 01:23AM

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deborahlindquist · 6 years

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A monument at the cemetery, Manzanar. #manzanar

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thehistorygirlnj · 7 years

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#tombstonetuesday Today we aren't featuring one specific stone or person, but rather a memorial to those who died at Manzanar War Relocation Center in #California, now @manzanarnps. The memorial was built In 1943 by internee and Master stonemason for the Los Angeles Catholic diocese, Ryozo Kado, along with Block 9 residents and members of the Buddhist Young Peoples organization. Each family contributed 15 cents to purchase cement for the memorial. The inscriptions on the monument were written by Manzanar's Buddhist minister Rev. Shinjo Nagatomi. The three characters on the front of the memorial translate to "soul consoling tower." On the back side, the left hand column reads "Erected by the Manzanar Japanese" and the right hand column "August 1943." Over 135 internees died at Manzanar, but most were sent home for burial. It is believed that as few as 15 but as many as 80 were buried in the cemetery and according to historical documents, six remain buried there. The others were reinterred in other cemeteries after the center closed. Manzanar War Relocation Center was added to the @nationalregisternps on July 30, 1976 and was designated a unit of the @nationalparkservice on March 3, 1992. @manzanarcommittee #ca #cahistory #SpreadTheHistory #cemetery #cemetery_shots #aj_graveyards #rememberme #grave #graveyard #graveyard_dead #blog #blogger #travelblog #travelblogger #memorial #mementomori #historygirl #history #manzanar #FindYourPark #nps #nationalparkservice #igersca #taphophile #taphophiles_only #wwii #worldwarii #manzanarnationalhistoricsite (at Manzanar National Historic Site)

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thorsenmark · 1 year

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Respectfully Approaching History (Manzanar National Historic Site) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While taking in views of the landscape present in the Manzanar National Historic Site with a view looking to the southwest. This is of the Manzanar Cemetery and monument with a mountain backdrop of Mount Williamson.

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thorsenmark · 1 year

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The Soul Consoling Tower of Manzanar by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: A solemn and respectful image that I captured of the Monument at Manzanar Cemetery with a view looking to the southwest. My thinking and composing this image was to pull back on the focal length and include the surrounding desert landscape, leading up to the the Sierra Nevada mountains as a backdrop. The monument itself would be image center and focus. I later worked with control points in DxO PhotoLab 5 and then made some adjustments to bring out the contrast, saturation and brightness I wanted for the final image.