THURSDAY’S SPECIAL-Vision

When I think of Vision…

Twelve months ago, I had been told that my

right eye would have its vision impaired

if radiated, or biopsied and the best thing to do

was remove it. 

The yellow pigment was initially diagnosed as

an A-typical melanoma.

After a regime of test during Autumn 2016 the diagnosis

was revised and in 2017 I still have vision in my right eye,

even though the look of it has not changed.

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Thursday’s Special: Vision

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Jo’s Monday Walk

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Merricourt Cemetery

Like some other War Grave Cemeteries,

Merricourt War Grave cemetery

is an extension of the

local communal cemetery.

And like all other cemeteries

it is immaculately cared for

and extremely peaceful.


It did not take long to find

Private Patterson’s grave.

Another twenty-two year old life cut short.

The same family contribution to the headstone.

 

So far graves belonging to the

Patterson family have been marked

by a flower in bloom or one nearby.

In this case it was an in bloom iris…

 

which made the grave easily identifiable…

 

in some contextual shots.


All to soon it was time to be on our way again

and ponder the meaningless

and utter waste of life.

 I thought what we had seen was bad…

however, in my opinion the worst

was yet to come.

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Jo’s Monday Walk

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Heath Cemetery

While I traveled along the Chunnel to Lille two weeks ago

I struck up a conversation with

my wife’s cousin on Facebook.

She  sent me names of three of her uncles

who perished during World War 1.
Our first stop was Heath Cemetery.

It is nice to know the French people have donated

land for War Grave Cemeteries.

However it is also sad to think that so much land

has been donated to remember the fallen.

I thought it would take all of us all day

walking around looking at headstones.

However it is far easier to find a grave than I thought and I mention that in a later post.

It took about two minutes to find

Sergeant Major Patterson’s grave.

On each grave is the soldier’s

service number, rank, name, unit,

date of their death and their age.

Sergeant Major at age 23, in this case.

 I had to darken the photo to read the text.

The rose to my right makes a good

identifying marker in later shots.

Three rows back and the rose is clearly visible.

 

Near top right hand corner the rose is still visible

even if Sergeant Major Patterson’s grave

is just out of shot.

The verse at the bottom of each headstone is verse which each family decided to place on their relatives grave.

Looking back to the gate upon which we entered.  Three rows back….

 As we drove away there was still a feeling of

sadness even though I was not

related to any of them.

Such an utter waste of life.

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The only thing better than having a lioness

look down the barrel of one’s lens…
 
from a distance no greater than twenty feet…

was to spend…

twenty minutes or more

photographing her six week old cubs.  

There were two….but the other was a male!

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Thursday’s Special: Female

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Jo’s Monday Walk

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Some more…

from our walk…

around Vienna.

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It seemed like every other tourist was also trying for his shot.

 We did have a similar sight in Melbourne…

advertising Coca-Cola, of all things.

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