Uncle Joe Kirk, Turrbal Elder delivering a beautiful Welcome to Country address and paid homage to Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples' service to Australia in numerous conflicts. Deadly on so many levels.
BIG thanks for this year's catafalque party at Windsor War Memorial goes to the naval cadets from TS Paluma at Shorncliffe.
According to the Australian Army, "a catafalque is a raised structure supporting a stand that usually holds a coffin to allow mourners to file past and pay their last respects. A watch or catafalque party was traditionally mounted around the coffin to ensure the safety of the body while it lay in state."
The Hon Grace Grace, local member of Parliament delivering an address.
ANZAC biscuits and a cuppa afterwards at the local historical centre.
first sunrise of the year is on at 545am with a long slab of blood red cloud
smothered in orange light refracting through a drizzle of rain somewhere over
the horizon beyond the little sand islands that lay east of our woody nook.
For the first time this year (and it’s taken nearly four months), I forgo coffee. I forgo Facebook. I forgo Instagram and gather up my DSLR and wide-angle lens and exit into said light.
clicks into the session, a lady from down the road chats about cameras while her little fluffy
dog drinks in the morning scene. Down
to the creek I head, clicking bloody silhouettes along the way and marvelling
how this lens creates crazy perspectives.
minutes the light show builds and then fades before the actual sunrise. I’m
trying not to get too big a dynamic range between the silhouettes and the dawn
and it looks like some post-production or a graduated ND filter will be needed.
For those 20 minutes I forget my problems. I forget the mate from up the road, whose
funeral service saw my tears two days ago. I forget it’s a Monday, a workday. I
forget the instruction on my stretchy industrial “rubber band” exercise thingee
– “remember to breathe deeply while exercising” In fact I don’t even remember
breathing. I’m in the moment, enjoying something special yet evanescent – a
metaphor for life I suppose – enjoying the precious moments, because nothing is