Decades
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"?
Happy Birthday, Tiss. I just showed your birthday haul to my seven-year-old and he said 'AWESOME!' So you must be pretty cool! He even liked your scarf. Every Jedi needs one. Stay away from i's for as long as you can. Invidious.
Those crucifixes make me a bit sad. All those individuals praying for something. Hoping. My mother would love it. She specifically went to Prague to get a statue of the Infant of Prague (or whatever he's called).
You'd know a La-Z-Boy if you were sitting in one and your right hand reached down to the lever on the side and pulled and a foot rest popped up under your legs and the whole thing was in a pastel leather tone. xo