Walked from Chermside to Windsor today, just a tick over six kays, and I am pretty tired now. That is six kays directly, I am sure I meandered around a bit more than that. Was thinking of going to the shopping mall to see a movie, but haven't really been in the mood lately - have gone more into my photography than movies, and this week was thinking of going to see a brainless think nothing movie, such as Final Destination 3.
I just think I have done the worthy movies thing a bit too much the last eighteen months, and maybe don't want to go to the cinema to depress myself at the moment. Was thinking American Dreamz as well, but again, didn't get around to it.
Went and photographed around Lutwyche Cemetery instead. Tried not to get the names on the headstones in the pictures, as a mark of respect, but just have always been amazed at the amount of artistry, cost and effort that goes into some of the monuments. I especially love the angels.
And stumbled across a war graves site - which I totally wasn't expecting, because I thought that all the soldiers, sailors, airmen and such in the World Wars had been buried overseas. The Commonwealth War Graves were set up to take on the appearance of an English country garden, so I believe the same sort of set up occurs at the Somme, Vimy Ridge, Lone Pine, El Alamein. The white headstones, the plants, flowers and hedging - there is a sense of calm and quiet, dignified reflection within.
I can't really put into words the feeling of sitting there, contemplating the sacrifices, the battles, the deaths of that other generation. It is as if the early twentieth century was on another planet entirely, when nowadays we have an ongoing war but only a tiny percentage of the population are actually directly involved. Could our generation cope with a Total War situation?
I took some photos, hopefully entirely respectfully, and slowly passed by most of the graves. Some of the soldiers were only nineteen, another I saw was 55, another 46 year old - and there was a 25 year old nurse. Some of the deaths occurred in October and November 1945, after the history books told me the war had actually ended - on the deck of the USS Missouri and all that - but I guess they were still on active duty while trying to return home.
After leaving the war cemetary, came back out to the wider one, and took a few more photos of angels and such. Had KFC for lunch, and kept walking down towards the city - I had decided to bail on the movie for today, can always do that on Wednesday which I have off. Took various urban landscape pics before getting to the Windsor War Memorial. Which I have always wanted to take photos of when passing by on the bus, so did the walking down to it thing instead, all six kays, and was well worth the effort - plus walking is good exercise.
Add this weekend to last weekend walking all over Fortitude Valley, across town to West End and then back to South Brisbane, my mileage must be creeping up a bit. After the Windsor Memorial though, was too buggered to contemplate further photographs, hopped on the bus and came home...
Pauly
I just think I have done the worthy movies thing a bit too much the last eighteen months, and maybe don't want to go to the cinema to depress myself at the moment. Was thinking American Dreamz as well, but again, didn't get around to it.
Went and photographed around Lutwyche Cemetery instead. Tried not to get the names on the headstones in the pictures, as a mark of respect, but just have always been amazed at the amount of artistry, cost and effort that goes into some of the monuments. I especially love the angels.
And stumbled across a war graves site - which I totally wasn't expecting, because I thought that all the soldiers, sailors, airmen and such in the World Wars had been buried overseas. The Commonwealth War Graves were set up to take on the appearance of an English country garden, so I believe the same sort of set up occurs at the Somme, Vimy Ridge, Lone Pine, El Alamein. The white headstones, the plants, flowers and hedging - there is a sense of calm and quiet, dignified reflection within.
I can't really put into words the feeling of sitting there, contemplating the sacrifices, the battles, the deaths of that other generation. It is as if the early twentieth century was on another planet entirely, when nowadays we have an ongoing war but only a tiny percentage of the population are actually directly involved. Could our generation cope with a Total War situation?
I took some photos, hopefully entirely respectfully, and slowly passed by most of the graves. Some of the soldiers were only nineteen, another I saw was 55, another 46 year old - and there was a 25 year old nurse. Some of the deaths occurred in October and November 1945, after the history books told me the war had actually ended - on the deck of the USS Missouri and all that - but I guess they were still on active duty while trying to return home.
After leaving the war cemetary, came back out to the wider one, and took a few more photos of angels and such. Had KFC for lunch, and kept walking down towards the city - I had decided to bail on the movie for today, can always do that on Wednesday which I have off. Took various urban landscape pics before getting to the Windsor War Memorial. Which I have always wanted to take photos of when passing by on the bus, so did the walking down to it thing instead, all six kays, and was well worth the effort - plus walking is good exercise.
Add this weekend to last weekend walking all over Fortitude Valley, across town to West End and then back to South Brisbane, my mileage must be creeping up a bit. After the Windsor Memorial though, was too buggered to contemplate further photographs, hopped on the bus and came home...
Pauly
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