Autumn, Easter, War and ANZAC

As a landscape photography subject I find autumn very challenging, so this year instead of the obvious photos I’ve made in the past, I’ve been learning to “see” things a little differently.

Easter has given me some time to reflect on this, and also as ANZAC day falls in this time I’ve decided to visit the past for this post. To do so means examining just what Easter is all about too: the seemingly indisputable death of Jesus and his rising from the dead.

So as I compose here I’ve realised it is a three theme post. A trinity if you like!

Generally this shot typifies how I’ve framed the subject of autumn in the past…
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My dad grew up in this sort of landscape above, and I knew that he loved it dearly. But here he is in another setting though – he’s the one on the left holding the glass [beer I assume as it was always his favourite]…
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This is a bit of a grim story so I want to intersperse it with some of the colours we all love [my “new” way of seeing autumn]…
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Dad was a trained butcher, and I think this looks like him doing some work on dressing a cattle beast – on the back of the photo it says: “Before Florance”…
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Africa may have been a lot of fun with his mates as above, but at Cassino in Italy he was the only survivor among them, and was wounded while in a railway station, during an engagement with a Tiger tank. I’m not sure if it was before or after this photo ‘tho, probably afterwards. “26 & 27 Batt”…
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He never wanted to talk much about the war, but as a kid I found these photos in the garden shed, and over the years he did drop the odd comment. “Cassino from the Front”…
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There was one story that has stuck in my mind: it was how he described taking a day off of killing with the Germans to bury the dead. I was amazed on scanning this photo an hour ago to see, on enlarging, at least one person in this one, and possibly 3-4, and towards the right there seems to be someone carrying a body. “Cassino from the side”…
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Somewhere in Italy. It says on the back of the photo: “tank knocked out by our Corp”
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It seems as I upload these photos that the world back then had no colour, but it must have had, yet there is no evidence in the aged photos above
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Roma…
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“The way to Venice” – these people seem happy and I wonder why – did they feel “liberated”…
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Many never came back, and then as now we use the cross as a symbol [that has such a link to our definition of Easter!], to remember them. “NZ Graves Sora”…
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Sometimes the veil between different times or worlds seems very thin, and for myself it often shimmers…
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So today we honour what our father’s did. But in that knocked out tank as above, and in all the rubble there were other people too! The son’s of other mums and dads.

It’s complex even now, as we have the benefit of hindsight, to know the right or wrong of it all. The American Civil War seemed a clear cut “wrong” in that had it been avoided, the same outcome, sans the horrific loss of life, may have been achieved with the passage of a few years.

As I ponder this I’m reminded of the stunning example the Dalai Lama sets, as we continue to marvel at his love and patience, whereas he could have easily taken his people to war too!

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