They shall grow not old …

Anzac Day.

I was trying to write something about this, but the words could not capture the shiver I get inside, the incipient tears trembling on the verge of falling when I say these words:

“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.”       ~ Laurence Binyon

Although those words were written back in 1914, specifically about WW1, they mean more to me than that.  For over a decade, as my first employment, I worked with the Defence Department.  I worked alongside friends and colleagues who might one day be encapsulated by those words.   I remember the worry that I felt at the thought someone I knew might have to go to war, and that stays with me to this day.  I have a stepson in the Navy, and I worry quietly, for his wife, for his son, for his mother and his sisters, for myself, but mostly for him.  I want him to grow old, I want us all to grow old.

I try to imagine what it must have been like for those who did not get a chance to grow old, but I cannot.  I try to imagine what it must have been like for their loved ones who got that news, and I do somewhat as my husband died at 42, but he died surrounded by those he loved, not far away amidst a war.  I live in a country that is not at war.  I cannot imagine the suffering that they endured, that others still endure now in many, many parts of the world.

All I can do is repeat those words, with compassion, with honour, with honest respect and love, and let the tears fall.

From light into darkness
may they find the light again
a place of comfort and of happiness
where peace reigns

© ceenoa

each one a thin slice of life

If I could stack up my memories
each one a thin slice of life
would they add up to much
or simply be such
as a bland playing card of no worth

my treasures are mine for no reason
a laugh, a tear or a sigh
their value is in how I made them
and their price
only measured by me

a memory is only a window
on a sliver of time that has passed
but as life’s river flows on
to still hear it’s song
some shutters must be closed in haste

I know that they wait in the gloaming
jewelled lights covered in dust
some day a hand will brush gently
heart open, soul smiling
and let them shine once again.

© ceenoa

Photo Art

Today I have been playing with some “effects” on my photos, and I am pleasantly happy with the results.
Sometimes reality needs to be ignored.

I like the hand drawn quality of the photo with this desaturated effect.

Golden Ash (desaturated)
Golden Ash (desaturated)

This is the original photo: Golden Ash Skyline (3)


I like the varied accents of colour in this Solarization Effect.

Golden Ash (Solarization)
Golden Ash (Solarization)

This is the original photo:Golden Ash Skyline (2)


I cloned out an extra branch in the photo below, and maybe because I was thinking it looked like Bamboo – I saw a Tiger emerge.

Bamboo Tiger
Bamboo Tiger

This is the original photo:

Golden Ash Skyline (1)


I just couldn’t resist the colours of this Inverted negative.

Princess Lily (Inverted Negative)
Princess Lily (Inverted Negative)

This is the original photo:

Princess Lily (2)


I really had fun with this – I think I will be doing more of it in the future.