They come in all shapes and sizes

Close to home they are fairly simple

Montrose Victoria – nestled below the nearby Dandenongs (above)
Croydon Victoria – in the middle of a busy roundabout (below)

I have found elaborate ones on my travels
Numurkah Victoria – beside passing traffic (below)

Yarrawonga Victoria – in the town centre (above)
Mareeba Far North Queensland – on the main street (below)

And a very fine one in Napier New Zealand (below)

As well as a plain but solid one high above the bay at Twillingate Newfoundland (below)

Then there are the enormous ones 
Calgary Alberta Canada (below)

Perth Western Australia (below)

There are different interpretations
like in Akaroa New Zealand (below)

And Cooktown Far North Queensland (below)

But all are built with the same purpose
Not to glorify but to honour and remember

Today is Anzac Day

Anzac Day  is a national day of remembrance in Australia and New Zealand that broadly commemorates all Australians and New Zealanders “who served and died in all wars, conflicts, and peacekeeping operations” and “the contribution and suffering of all those who have served”.  Observed on 25 April each year, Anzac Day was originally devised to honour the members of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) who served in the Gallipoli Campaign, their first engagement in the First World War (1914–1918). source

Linking with Sunday Selections (hosted by EC at Elephant’s Child)

6 Replies to “They come in all shapes and sizes”

  1. I think Anzac day and remembrances are important to the world. Thank you for the great collection of photos.


  2. thanks Cathy

    this year those who wish to attend services together, CAN whereas last year it was vastly different with the dawn services held at your residential gateway or from your apartment balcony.

    It’s been a few years since I followed the local parade and joined in at the local RSA for further celebrations – that after many decades of continuing to “obey my Dad” on that whole affair, even though he died when I was in my 20s. He had gone to WW1 as an underage soldier, lied about his age with his mates because it was seen as a bit of a gig 😦 sadly he was shot in the foot and ended up with having amputation from knee down due to gangrene – so he spent the rest of his life with an artificial leg. He was so against it all, he forbid us being part of any commemoration including the “buying of poppies” but interestingly enough he took up all the monetary payouts he was entitled to…

    I think it was only a decade ago, I finally bought a poppy and then I felt I was “bad” so I’ve not bought one since…nor attended any events on this day 25th.

    Rather I sit here and think about what I know of his life from then until his death in the 70s


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