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At the end of the march


I end this Anzac day series with a shot of this lovely lady, the modern face of our armed forces.  She is a Wing Commander and her medals are from service in Afghanistan.

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  1. These are touching portraits Joan. I'm glad that you had the courage to approach strangers. I haven't found mine yet.

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    1. It takes little courage for me talk to strangers but I have not asked to photograph one before. It seemed very natural this day. I think the tiny camera makes a difference.

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  2. The whole series is a wonderful tribute to the day.

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    1. Thanks Vicki. My hubby says I gave the lady an early promotion (she is a Squadron Leader) but it was so lovely to meet her either way.

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  3. "Sweet Wayfaring" has been included in Sites To See #368. Be assured that I hope this helps to point many new visitors in your direction.

    http://asthecrackerheadcrumbles.blogspot.com/2014/05/sites-to-see-368.html

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    1. Thanks Jerry. I see you have selected a number of my favourite sites.

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  4. A sweet photo.
    Thanks for all of them Joan :D)

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    1. Susan your comments are always so encouraging.

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