The Lake 11 11 2017
For me, the eleventh, of the eleventh, in Australia, is a day to remember.
The eleventh of the eleventh, is a day of observance for many in the commonwealth of nations, and l am one of them.
It is what l was taught to do, since l was a child.
A lot can be said about war, but it cannot be said, that there was not sacrifice, on a scale difficult to comprehend.
So today, l took an unorthodox approach, to my remembrance, l went to the park.
As far as my memory serves me, the lake was remodeled by returned world war one veterans.
Despite having under gone heavy alteration since then, l thought l would take some time out, and go for a walk with my camera, in a place, returned soldiers had help create.
A gentle way, to remind me, of an immeasurable cost, and what that cost helps create.
It is a place that has meaning for me.
I went to Lake Victoria in Shepparton, it was called the Lake when l was child.
Like everything in Australia, when l was growing up, it had a nick name.
When l was growing up, we used to go swimming there, we would watch woman sun baith, and watch speed boats pull, water skiers.
l have been watering skiing on this lake.
My mother went water skiing on the Lake, when she was pregnant with me.
One of Victoria’s first micro surgeries, was conducted on a young woman, who went swimming here. She was hit by a speed boat, the propeller hitting her arm.
People used to park together, and alone.
When my father was younger, young men would race through the twisting road at the back of the lake, in cars, and on bikes, some lost their lives.
I caught yabbies, or craw fish as a child, between the roots of the weeping willows, that used to line the lake side.
Here are some of the photos l took.
Thank you, www.bensound.com/, for the music.
The Lake 11 11 2017
For me, the eleventh, of the eleventh, in Australia, is a day to remember.
The eleventh of the eleventh, is a day of observance for many in the commonwealth of nations, and l am one of them.
It is what l was taught to do, since l was a child.
A lot can be said about war, but it cannot be said, that there was not sacrifice, on a scale difficult to comprehend.
So today, l took an unorthodox approach, to my remembrance, l went to the park.
As far as my memory serves me, the lake was remodeled by returned world war one veterans.
Despite having under gone heavy alteration since then, l thought l would take some time out, and go for a walk with my camera, in a place, returned soldiers had help create.
A gentle way, to remind me, of an immeasurable cost, and what that cost helps create.
It is a place that has meaning for me.
I went to Lake Victoria in Shepparton, it was called the Lake when l was child.
Like everything in Australia, when l was growing up, it had a nick name.
When l was growing up, we used to go swimming there, we would watch woman sun baith, and watch speed boats pull, water skiers.
l have been watering skiing on this lake.
My mother went water skiing on the Lake, when she was pregnant with me.
One of Victoria’s first micro surgeries, was conducted on a young woman, who went swimming here. She was hit by a speed boat, the propeller hitting her arm.
People used to park together, and alone.
When my father was younger, young men would race through the twisting road at the back of the lake, in cars, and on bikes, some lost their lives.
I caught yabbies, or craw fish as a child, between the roots of the weeping willows, that used to line the lake side.
Here are some of the photos l took.
Thank you, www.bensound.com/, for the music.