April 26, 2015 … “at the going down of the sun, and in the morning” *

Yesterday was ANZAC Day.


The cenotaph in Lower Hutt

It was the centenary of the disastrous invasion of Turkey at Gallipoli. Troops from the UK, France Australia, New Zealand, India and Canada attempted to secure a sea route to their ally, Russia by gaining control of the Dardanelles. There are many opinions that suggest this calamitous venture was the trigger point from which both Australia and New Zealand began to think of themselves as having an identity separate from that of their mother country, England.

There are those who characterize this centennial commemoration as a “glorification of war”. I vigorously reject and repudiate that label. It is not a glorification to mourn the lost, to remember their suffering and celebrate their courage. It is not a glorification to remember and honour those on all sides who died or were injured doing what they believed to be right for their country.

Dawn is not my natural habitat, but it seemed proper to be at the dawn observances. In an ordinary year, about a thousand might turn out at the Lower Hutt Cenotaph. This time, I estimate about 5,000. I read that there were over 40,000 at the new national memorial at Pukeahu Park in Wellington.

Honour guard

Honour guard on reversed arms

The honor guard around the cenotaph was provided by youngsters of the cadet forces who marched smartly though the crowd to take their places at each corner and to stand motionless in the traditional position with downcast eyes and resting on reversed arms.

Last post

The flag descends to half mast as the solo trumpet plays the last post

The ceremony took the well-worn format of ANZAC services throughout Australasia, and at the appropriate time, as the Last Post was sounded, and the flag lowered to half mast, the crowd was completely still.


“As we that are left grow old”*

In the darkness of the chilly morning, I took my hand-held pictures at very slow speed without flash. This picture seems to capture some of the essence of te occasion, and has had positive feedback in the “impressionist” group. Some will just see a blurred picture.  I see an ever diminishing body of ordinary men and women, courageous heroes all.


Some of the 866

In the afternoon, I visited the Salamanca Lawn in Kelburn where there is a field of remembrance containing one white cross for each of the 866 soldiers from the Wellington region who died in WWI.

At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them.*

* For the fallen by Lawrence Binyon


About wysiwygpurple

Retirement suits me well. I spend much of my time out making pictures, or at home organizing and refining my pictures. This blog provides me with a platform from which I can indulge my passion for improving my photography and at the same time analyze my thoughts about what I have seen, where I have been and what is happening in my life. My images set out to be honest, but that does not mean I have not adjusted them. I use software to display what I saw though the viewfinder to best advantage. My preference is for landscape and nature, and is mostly centred around my hometown of Wellington, New Zealand.
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3 Responses to April 26, 2015 … “at the going down of the sun, and in the morning” *

  1. A fitting tribute Brian. And I really like your venture into “Blurry stuff”!

  2. Thank you Brian. A pleasure to see through your lens as usual! Bless you!

  3. Thank You, Brian. Well Done

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