Weekly Photo Challenge: Local

AWAITING

The Spouse this afternoon I noticed a local mother with babe-in-arms standing motionlessly at the foot of the Invercargill War Memorial. She didn’t seem to notice as I shot the snap—

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I WAITED

a decent period after she’d departed before wandering over t0 capture an angle I’d missed on previous visits.

I was feeling quite testy: I know that life goes on (and indeed it does, for We The Living) and that a hundred years ago (and face it, endlessly since) life stopped unjustifiably short for many millions.

So what?

Who cares?

SO WHAT WAS THAT

lady thinking? Was the name of some relative inscribed there … or was she wondering if one day her own babe-in-arms might perhaps star in similar fashion?

I arrived and looked up.

A timely gust rattled a moving object and I noticed—

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—not far above my head a wee crucifix that someone had placed alongside the mindless graffiti of people too young to know and too thick to give a damn anyway.

I stepped back and angled upwards—

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—to score this view. And yes, I come here often—but never on show days, never when the bands are playing and the soldiers marching; never when theatricals peak with a trembling Last Post and strong men have tears in their eye.

When I visit it is as a thief in the night or as the young Mother with her child, and I depart as unobtrusively as I arrive—

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—while the beat goes on, verily …

… the beeeeeat goes onnnnnnnn

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