This is a picture I did not take

in twilight's gathering dark of a man stepping from his pick-up truck into a Wal-Mart parking lot in the South in the middle of an explosive era of American mayhem and murder, from Aurora to Newtown to Boston, the man's gun rack proudly mounted across the back-window of his truck's extended cab, his truck's gun rack gun-less but not empty -- in the top-slot, rolled-up and resting, a red-and-white umbrella; in the bottom-slot, one blue.