This year I decided to attend and document the occasion and it was cool and windy when I arrived just as sun was dropping below the tree line. Covering the front lawn there were row after row of tributes to the fallen. I made this image as the last remnants of sunlight kissed the poppy adorned name cards, each placed on it's white stake.
At the going down of the sun ... We will remember them. |
As darkness fell, I stood off to the side watching people arrive. Some came in groups, some in pairs and others alone. All were given candles and made their way out onto the lawn to place them at the base of a white stake as the moon rose in the sky.
Slowly the rows began to glow with candles. I imagined that some who came were family members, other simply those who cared to remember and pay tribute. It was good to see a variety of ages, some families coming with children. As time passed and darkness blanketed the lawn, the volunteers assisted and began to fill in the each of the rows to complete the tribute.
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.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
DJE
I've never heard of that before. It looks like quite a striking ceremony.
ReplyDeleteI was glad I came across the announcement when I visited with my wife several weeks back to attend a craft show FG. I made a point of putting it in the calendar so I could photograph it.
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