If it's possible to have a favourite world war one commonwealth war cemetery, then the Buttes Ridge New British cemetery would have to be mine.
Maybe I captured some of the peace that lingers here, in this place full of so many sad stories. I read the names of the dead soldiers, see how young they were ... you can imagine them, those beautiful strong young men who thought they were fighting the war to end all wars.
The autumn light was powerfully beautiful that day. Perhaps it makes losing summer a little less painful.
And the beauty of the cemetery ... nothing can make up for the loss those grave stones represent.
I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Buttes New British Cemetery, Belgium
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2 comments:
stunning photograph. so perfectly captures the idea in your words that i have nothing more to add. stunning.
Thank you, Kompostella. Your comment meant the world :)
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