No photos today-- the Center for Civil and Human Rights is a powerful and well-done museum, but it doesn't really lend itself to posed photographs. In hindsight, I wish I would have been able to just bring the girls on their own. Justin was altogether too young to appreciate or understand the material-- he was bored and restless. Alex, Taylynn and I would have been able to move through it at a better pace without a 5 year old. That being said, we still were able to try and absorb a lot of the information and images. We were all moved by the beautiful and haunting tribute to the four girls killed in the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing (Birmingham). It was very hard to process the immensity of the museum, the insanity of segregation, the sadness and hurt and unfairness that generations suffer, and even the amazing resilience and strength of humans. The girls and I were all a bit shaken upon exiting-- while the museum physically takes you from a dark place, full of words and images to a space of light and brightness, the visuals you first encounter stick with you. I was very glad we had a planned lunch and 'quiet time' break before our next adventure.