“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 morning
We will remember them.”
On Friday 25 April 2014, I went into Melbourne to photograph the ANZAC Day March. I joined a friend, another photographer, whose father is a Vietnam veteran. She has marched in previous years, but I have never done this nor have I had any family involved with the March.
My father did a stint in National Service, but he was never sent overseas. Later, he was seconded by the RAAF, via the Education Department, to teach at the RAAF School in Penang, Malaysia (which was an Australian school for the children of RAAF servicemen and women based at Butterworth). So we spent three years living in Malaysia, which was a remarkable childhood experience for me – and the first time I travelled overseas.
These days my connection to ANZAC and Remembrance days is through my work. I’m the editor of Mufti, the membership magazine for the Victorian RSL, and I also have a part-time job at Vasey RSL Care, an aged-care organisation that looks after veterans and war widows. It means a lot to me that, in some small way, I’m making a difference to those people who sacrificed so much for our freedom and democracy.
Lest We Forget
Korčula town in Croatia is a place I’ll always think of as a sanctuary; a place where I paused briefly to revive my spirits.
There have often been times during my travels where I’ve reached the point of exhaustion and needed to slow down; to stop and reflect and appreciate what I’ve seen and done over the previous days or months. And it’s in this way that I’ve discovered some really fascinating and beautiful places. Mostly they’ve been tiny villages situated by the seaside, nestled in the mountains, hidden inside a fortress. But even big cities have resonated with me because of their history, their artwork, their beauty.
This is the first in a series of blogs – snapshots of these wonderful places where I’ve lingered for much longer than necessary. They hold a special place in my heart.
“Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them.”
Henry David Thoreau
Seeing carpet wildflowers in Western Australia
Cycling across Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco
Crouching next to a mountain gorilla in Uganda
Trekking to Machu Picchu, Peru
Seeing the sunrise at Wilsons Prom, Australia
Hiking on Great Wall of China
This is my 100th blog so I’ve decided to celebrate by sharing 100 travel experiences through my photographs. When I think about my travels I think of all the wonderful people I’ve met, the amazing places I’ve seen, and all the fun things I’ve done – many outside my comfort zone.
Travel has broadened my horizons, opened my eyes to other cultures and beliefs, and has taught me tolerance, acceptance and adaptability. In the words of Mark Twain: “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.”
I feel so lucky to have all these memories … as well as many, many more!
Tahune is an Aboriginal word that means ‘peaceful place by running water’.
Last weekend, while in Tasmania, my friend Mary and I visited the Tahune AirWalk to ‘walk amongst the giants’. This attraction is located in the Tahune Forest Reserve, which is a 90-minute drive south of Hobart. We had a leisurely day and, along with the AirWalk, enjoyed a handful of short forest walks.
The AirWalk Tree Top Walk, which is perched 37 metres high in the canopy, is 0.6 km and takes about 30 minutes, depending on how long you linger to enjoy the views across the top of the forest to the Huon and Picton rivers. From the Visitor Centre it’s a 1.6 km return walk, which takes about 50 minutes. But it can also be combined with the Swinging Bridges Circuit, which is a further 3 km and takes about another hour.