POWs Opus
While going through some older shots today, I came across this photo that was taken while visiting Jordan, Kassandra, August and the soon to be born Hollis in Guam. I took many shots of, and in the Japanese bunkers scattered around the island…all are very creepy and considered to be haunted with spirits who can attach to you. I didn’t go very far into any of them…not due to the possibility of a spirit attaching, but the reality that they were made for a much smaller man who needed to crawl across the lava rock for survival. I was blessed with just a bit better looking legs than your average picnic table and desire to keep them that way! The good news is that they didn’t provide the expected protection once Yamamoto’s “Sleeping Giant” came ashore in 1944.
I will never forget taking this shot. It is of a wall of an outdoor theater constructed by Japanese POWs in 1945-46. I stood and stared at the wall, read a bit from the historical marker located next to it and then back to the wall again. The care and craftmanship displayed in this 73-year-old wall caught me totaly off guard. I cannot imagine surviving the American bombardment and the horrors of jungle warfare, only to be taken captive and forced to build a place for your enemy’s entertainment. I wonder if they thought we were going to kill them, making the craftmanship an attempt to create their opus.
As my camera achieved focus, I knew this capture was going to black and white. The differing coloration due to the lichen and mosses distracted from symmetry, reminding me of a beehive.
Adventure before dementia.
POWs Opus
While going through some older shots today, I came across this photo that was taken while visiting Jordan, Kassandra, August and the soon to be born Hollis in Guam. I took many shots of, and in the Japanese bunkers scattered around the island…all are very creepy and considered to be haunted with spirits who can attach to you. I didn’t go very far into any of them…not due to the possibility of a spirit attaching, but the reality that they were made for a much smaller man who needed to crawl across the lava rock for survival. I was blessed with just a bit better looking legs than your average picnic table and desire to keep them that way! The good news is that they didn’t provide the expected protection once Yamamoto’s “Sleeping Giant” came ashore in 1944.
I will never forget taking this shot. It is of a wall of an outdoor theater constructed by Japanese POWs in 1945-46. I stood and stared at the wall, read a bit from the historical marker located next to it and then back to the wall again. The care and craftmanship displayed in this 73-year-old wall caught me totaly off guard. I cannot imagine surviving the American bombardment and the horrors of jungle warfare, only to be taken captive and forced to build a place for your enemy’s entertainment. I wonder if they thought we were going to kill them, making the craftmanship an attempt to create their opus.
As my camera achieved focus, I knew this capture was going to black and white. The differing coloration due to the lichen and mosses distracted from symmetry, reminding me of a beehive.
Adventure before dementia.