... with open eyes, and a generous heart, there is awe 'round many a corner ...
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.At the going down of the sun and in the morningWe will remember them.
Your posts of today and yesterday bring me tears. Tomorrow will be ANZAC Day in Israel too, at the several Commonwealth cemeteries we will remember those who fought and died for us.
A fine portrait.
I'd been looking forward to this. Thanks so much for the pair.
I've been away and missed so many of your posts - some beautiful photos over the last few days. These two pictures together are so moving - the portrait of the older man is stunning.
I thought I might know, but I had to look up ANZAC to be sure what it commemorated. It is like Memorial Day and Veteran's Day that we have here in the US. Wonderful tribute.
Wonderful photo. Every year I mean to make ANZAC biscuits and take them into work (I work for the Edinburgh Military Tattoo so they would be more than welcome in our office), but I always forget. Thanks for the reminder to remember.
Your tribute brought tears to my eyes.
I have been looking forward to what you would do today. Well done, I love the way you have used sepia for both photos. I can see your Dad was much younger than mine when he went to war.
I wondered what you would do. This is very special.Lest we forget.
We Will Remember Them, Lest We Forget.
great portraits. (you have odd linkbacks on the bottom of the page tho.. just in case you are not aware)
What a touching tribute for those who were in battle.Lovely posy, and sweet photos - was he your dad? Such handsome man in both photos.Kisses from Nydia.
A tender, moving tribute, Julie.
Monochrome suits the topic well. Great shot of your Dad before and after. One of the lucky ones to survive.
You have captured the gentleman in the first photo beautifully. ANZAC day is such an important day for me.
Can't talk. I have a lump in my throat.Poignant.
Beautiful photographs. We owe so much to our ANZACS, thank you to all that have gone and those that are still with us.
In Canada, it is the 11th hour, of the 11th day , of the 11th month that the Children's Choir sings John McCrae's poem on Parliament Hill...In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on rowThat mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
Terrific tribute Julie. Lest We Forget. Sydney - City and Suburbs
Thanks for your visit! I wish you a blessed ANZAC Day. Thank you for the poem: They shall grow not old,,,It always brings tears in my eyes. All those young lives that were lost...We commemorate our deaths on the fourth of May and celebrate our liberation on the fifth of May.
There are lines of a long life in that that portrait - a life that has obviously seen a lot.PS Thank you for teaching me a bit history - I had to Google ANZAC...
Beautiful portraits and the old face is as lovely as the young.
After reading the comments I have tears in my eyes. I was born just after the Second World War, but my father remembered lost friends on Armistice Day - it was so personal for him.Moving post, and the portraits are perfect.
A wonderful tribute Julie...
An excellent way to honour those who have served, are serving, and will serve.
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