It's ANZAC Day today
and its wet...
Fitting that its a somber day
for a morning such as this.
Impressively people were out in huge numbers at dawn services
and marches to commemorate the day,
and as I sit here in my tiny room
I thought I would do a quick post,
like I did last year, to share some more
images that I completed when I did a minor in
photography at uni...many moons ago.
I think the image at the top is the most poignant for the day...
I love the roughed up look in this image above,
and remember that I was trying to give a feeling of
scratchy memories and faded moments from within the image,
and a sense of what
is locked in the back of these men's minds...
A few nights ago I watched the new Australian war-time film
Beneath Hill 60.
Did you see it?
Boy, is it a hellish story of World War I in France!
A timely reminder of the futility these battles make
of peoples lives.
Battles that unfortunately still take place today.
When will we learn?