I don't find the place eerie - it's touching, and fascinating - a place where so many people have left a small token to honour their country, their family, their loved ones. This visit I tried to focus the lens on the home-made crucifixes placed among the mass-produced effigies of Jesus on the cross.
My first born babe turned ten last week. Can't believe it was a whole decade ago I was labouring in the back seat of the car while Jem sped me past the Queensland Museum in the pink sunrise on the way to hospital.
TEN!! I've gotta say that Tiss is turning into quite a gentle and considerate young man, particularly when opening presents and occasionally having to feign excitement at misguided gift from his parents.
Like this "man scarf" from his mum. See that smile? I expect I will be seeing a good deal more of that "I'll-indulge-you-mum-you-freak" grin before he descends into general teenage grunting.
And in other news, my second born is starting grade one on Monday. Don't know who's more excited, and nervous. Me or him. Or should that be "I or he"?