Lest we forget...

Yesterday was the 95th anniversary of the battle of Gallipoli, in which Australian and New Zealand soldiers were landed on the Gallipoli peninsula.

This battle is commemorated by Australians and New Zealanders throughout the world - often starting with dawn services to remember the fallen of the many conflicts both countries have participated in.

I attended the dawn service at Bondi RSL to pay my respects. Poignantly enough, the service was held in the pouring rain and as the grey light of day crept in from the east, we were hosted by the RSL, who put on a few beers and a hot breakfast, where we were invited to mix with some of the old 'diggers' and listen to a few of their tales. Camera(s) in hand, I photographed my way through some unpleasant weather and even more unpleasant lighting conditions.

Prolonging pleasure, or the art of avoiding instant gratification

A delivery pigeon taking a break.

Something unusual arrived for me in the mail recently. No, not an apology from the Real Estate collective for wasting my time and acres of wildlife in the printing of promotional material that, at least to my knowledge, no-one reads. And no, neither was it a letter from Readers Digest that actually did contain a cheque for $1,000,000.

I received an aerogramme.

A genuine, authentic, blue, read, and er, a darker shade of blue aerogramme. Delivered by either via pigeon-post (an airborne version version of kiwi post...)
Now some readers will be scratching their heads, hitting CTRL+T (or Apple+T if you're lucky) and heading straight to the font of knowledge, Wikipedia. (I'll help you out - here's the link.) Some more well read readers will know what an aerogramme is and be simply wondering how long it's been in transit, as surely these things are extinct, kind of like polaroid film, or Georgie Pie.