Magda Indigo photography

+ POPPIES REMEMBRANCE

Papier-mâché... Poppy
COUP de SOLEIL... Poppy
RED-HEAD… POPPY
ICONIC... POPPY
POPPING POPPY BUDS…
SAY AAAAHHH...... Poppies
TRI-UMPH... POPPIES
YOU CAN KEEP YOUR HAT ON... Poppies
50 SHADES of RED... POPPIES
I AM POPPY…
OPEN INVITATION... POPPY
WOW…
Tête à tête... Poppies
POPPIES…
TROIS DEMOISELLES… POPPY
POPPY LOVE…
AND POPPIES... ALWAYS POPPIES...
A LONE POPPY...
POPPY...
THEY FOUGHT FOR YOU and ME...
CONFRONTATION?
CONFRONTATION?
PUTTING A FACE TO WAR...
SO MUCH GRIEF...
THE GRIEVING PARENTS...
11.11.11
11-11-11
GRIEF-STRICKEN...
FLANDERS' POPPIES - REMEMBRANCE
THE LAST-POST in FLANDERS, 11-11-11
AAAAAAAAH, TO BE FREE...
THE POPPY-FIELD...
THE COLOURED FIELD...
LONE POPPY...
LE COQUELICOT...
ANOTHER POPPY on the FIELDS OF WAR...
IEPER, POPPY…
IN FLANDERS FIELDS, the poppies blow...
11-11-11... A SINGLE POPPY in FLANDERS
FLANDERS' POPPIES...
GRIEFSTRICKEN…
ANOTHER POPPY on the FIELDS OF WAR.REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock
IN THE SHADOW OF THE POPPIES.REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock .
ON NORMANDY BEACH.... D-DAY, JUNE 6...
LAST POST. REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock
REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock. LAST SUN.
REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock
LOST AND FOUND... REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock
THEY CAME FROM ALL OVER... REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock
WHEN WILL IT EVER END? REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock
IN GOOD TIMES remembering THE BAD TIMES...
The bugler of the last post...REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock

Papier-mâché... Poppy

A red ball of papier-mâché? No, a poppy just out of the cramped 'womb', the petals still crinckled. Papier-mâché is French for "chewed paper", and is a composite material consisting of paper pieces or pulp, sometimes reinforced with textiles, bound with an adhesive, such as glue, starch, or wallpaper paste. Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

COUP de SOLEIL... Poppy

Coup de soleil= sunstroke. Did you know that flowers DO get sunstroke? Looks like this one had a brushstroke of yellow! A poppy is a flowering plant in the subfamily Papaveroideae of the family Papaveraceae. Poppies are herbaceous plants, often grown for their colorful flowers. Following the trench warfare which took place in the poppy fields of Flanders, during the 1st World War, poppies have become a symbol of remembrance of soldiers who have died during wartime. Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

RED-HEAD… POPPY

Drama in the studio, lol Poppies are flowering plants with delicate, papery petals in a variety of shapes and vibrant hues. There are more than 70 distinct species in the poppy (papaver) genus, including opium poppies (Papaver somniferum), corn poppies (Papaver rhoeas) and Oriental poppies (Papaver orientale). Poppies are an excellent addition to mixed beds, borders and cut arrangements. Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.com IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

ICONIC... POPPY

A poppy is a flowering plant in the subfamily Papaveroideae of the family Papaveraceae. Poppies are herbaceous plants, often grown for their colorful flowers. Following the trench warfare which took place in the poppy fields of Flanders, during the 1st World War, poppies have become a symbol of remembrance of soldiers who have died during wartime. This one seemt to say: I stand in shame? Imagination eh? Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

POPPING POPPY BUDS…

READY for the show, peeping through the ‘curtain’ that the sepals are. The outermost part of the poppy flower is the sepals. In the early stages of development, the sepals resemble two individual, yet partially joined, orbs which gradually lengthen and split lengthwise as the developing flower prepares to bloom. The foliage, stem and sepals are covered with thousands of fine hairs that protect the bud and plant from insect attack. To say that the poppy's stem is hairy would be an understatement! The sepals, light green during early growth, turn to a pale shade of beige towards the end of their tenure. Once the flower is ready to bloom, the sepals detach from the stem and eventually fall away when the poppy flower slowly unfurls its matured petals. Have a lovely day, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.com IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

SAY AAAAHHH...... Poppies

LOL. Are they not talking heads? A poppy is a flowering plant in the subfamily Papaveroideae of the family Papaveraceae. Poppies are herbaceous plants, often grown for their colorful flowers. Following the trench warfare which took place in the poppy fields of Flanders, during the 1st World War, poppies have become a symbol of remembrance of soldiers who have died during wartime. Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

TRI-UMPH... POPPIES

A story of three (TRI) Poppies, in three stages, 2 almost there, 1 just escaped the sepals, the 'cap'. They got UMPH? Poppies are flowering plants with delicate, papery petals in a variety of shapes and vibrant hues. There are more than 70 distinct species in the poppy (papaver) genus, including opium poppies (Papaver somniferum), corn poppies (Papaver rhoeas) and Oriental poppies (Papaver orientale). Poppies are an excellent addition to mixed beds, borders and cut arrangements. Sepals The outermost part of the poppy flower is the sepals. In the early stages of development, the sepals resemble two individual, yet partially joined, orbs which gradually lengthen and split lengthwise as the developing flower prepares to bloom. The foliage, stem and sepals are covered with thousands of fine hairs that protect the bud and plant from insect attack. The sepals, light green during early growth, turn to a pale shade of beige towards the end of their tenure. Once the flower is ready to bloom, the sepals detach from the stem and eventually fall away when the poppy flower slowly unfurls its matured petals. Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

YOU CAN KEEP YOUR HAT ON... Poppies

It looked like strip-tease? Pole dancers maybe? LOL Poppies are flowering plants with delicate, papery petals in a variety of shapes and vibrant hues. There are more than 70 distinct species in the poppy (papaver) genus, including opium poppies (Papaver somniferum), corn poppies (Papaver rhoeas) and Oriental poppies (Papaver orientale). Poppies are an excellent addition to mixed beds, borders and cut arrangements. Sepals... The outermost part of the poppy flower is the sepals. In the early stages of development, the sepals resemble two individual, yet partially joined, orbs which gradually lengthen and split lengthwise as the developing flower prepares to bloom. The foliage, stem and sepals are covered with thousands of fine hairs that protect the bud and plant from insect attack. The sepals, light green during early growth, turn to a pale shade of beige towards the end of their tenure. Once the flower is ready to bloom, the sepals detach from the stem and eventually fall away when the poppy flower slowly unfurls its matured petals. Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

50 SHADES of RED... POPPIES

Showing off their true colours now! Poppies are flowering plants with delicate, papery petals in a variety of shapes and vibrant hues. Have a lovely day and thank you for your visit, hope you enjoyed, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

I AM POPPY…

Look what I’ve been hiding amongst my petals? Poppies are flowering plants with delicate, papery petals in a variety of shapes and vibrant hues. There are more than 70 distinct species in the poppy (papaver) genus, including opium poppies (Papaver somniferum), corn poppies (Papaver rhoeas) and Oriental poppies (Papaver orientale). Poppies are an excellent addition to mixed beds, borders and cut arrangements. The outermost part of the poppy flower is the sepals. In the early stages of development, the sepals resemble two individual, yet partially joined, orbs which gradually lengthen and split lengthwise as the developing flower prepares to bloom. The foliage, stem and sepals are covered with thousands of fine hairs that protect the bud and plant from insect attack. The sepals, light green during early growth, turn to a pale shade of beige towards the end of their tenure. Once the flower is ready to bloom, the sepals detach from the stem and eventually fall away when the poppy flower slowly unfurls its matured petals. Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

OPEN INVITATION... POPPY

Fully open, full of Pollen, probably 'spill' by visiting bees, who love to cover themselves in it! A poppy is a flowering plant in the subfamily Papaveroideae of the family Papaveraceae. Poppies are herbaceous plants, often grown for their colorful flowers. Following the trench warfare which took place in the poppy fields of Flanders, during the 1st World War, poppies have become a symbol of remembrance of soldiers who have died during wartime. Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

WOW…

A Poppy Petal fan like a W? For WOW… Winner…Wonderful… One lost a petal on the way from the garden to the studio… They are so very tender and delicate! For your and my pleasure? A poppy is a flowering plant in the subfamily Papaveroideae of the family Papaveraceae. Poppies are herbaceous plants, often grown for their colorful flowers. Following the trench warfare which took place in the poppy fields of Flanders, during the 1st World War, poppies have become a symbol of remembrance of soldiers who have died during wartime. Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

Tête à tête... Poppies

French for "face to face", literally "head to head". A red Poppy and a yellow Poppy. The same, and different. A poppy is a flowering plant in the subfamily Papaveroideae of the family Papaveraceae. Poppies are herbaceous plants, often grown for their colorful flowers. Following the trench warfare which took place in the poppy fields of Flanders, during the 1st World War, poppies have become a symbol of remembrance of soldiers who have died during wartime. Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

POPPIES…

AB FAV for today… https://www.facebook.com/groups/1148438991917313/ Iceland Poppies,I love them, these are from my garden. The petals are quite sheer, and very tender, indeed like butterfly wings. Their colours so vibrant, raindrops clinging on, yes, they were thrashed about by strong winds, a little damaged. The colourful poppy, with tissue-paper petals on thin hairy, wiry stems Cultivars come in shades of yellow, orange, salmon, rose, pink, cream and white as well as bi-coloured varieties. Papaver nudicaule, the Iceland poppy also called Arctic poppy, is a boreal flowering plant. Native to sub-polar regions of Europe, Asia and North America, and the mountains of Central Asia, (but not in Iceland)… Thanx for your visits and comments, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.com Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

TROIS DEMOISELLES… POPPY

Iceland Poppies,I love them, these are from my garden. The petals are quite sheer, and very tender, indeed like butterfly wings. Their colours so vibrant, raindrops clinging on, yes, they were thrashed about by strong winds, a little damaged. The colourful poppy, with tissue-paper petals on thin hairy, wiry stems Cultivars come in shades of yellow, orange, salmon, rose, pink, cream and white as well as bi-coloured varieties. Papaver nudicaule, the Iceland poppy also called Arctic poppy, is a boreal flowering plant. Native to sub-polar regions of Europe, Asia and North America, and the mountains of Central Asia, (but not in Iceland)… Thanx for your visits and comments, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.com Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved Poppy, poppies,Icelandic,Papaver nudicaule, flowers,white, raindrops, yellow,three,red, design, studio, square,colour, black-background, NikonD7000, magda indigo

POPPY LOVE…

Iceland Poppies,I love them, these are from my garden. The petals are quite sheer, and very tender, indeed like butterfly wings. Their colours so vibrant, raindrops clinging on, yes, they were thrashed about by strong winds, a little damaged. The colourful poppy, with tissue-paper petals on thin hairy, wiry stems Cultivars come in shades of yellow, orange, salmon, rose, pink, cream and white as well as bi-coloured varieties. Papaver nudicaule, the Iceland poppy also called Arctic poppy, is a boreal flowering plant. Native to sub-polar regions of Europe, Asia and North America, and the mountains of Central Asia, (but not in Iceland)… Thanx for your visits and comments, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.com Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

AND POPPIES... ALWAYS POPPIES...

MY IMAGES ARE FOR SALE ONLY FROM ME, DIRECTLY, see below! The Corridors of Death. In West Flanders, some places have a special emotional value and are preserved as a memorial place. This heritage must deliver, the message to the young generations: " To remember is to endeavour for peace". Near Diksmuide, towards the coast, is a narrow strip of land alongside the Yser (IJzer) river, where you will find the only remaining trenches of the Belgian Front from WWI. An exceptional site that is a place of enormous human suffering. Let's not forget the fallen. The memory of their sacrifice should help us to create a world of justice and peace! I translate the trenches into The 'Corridors of Death'. Trenches are not dug but built at night with sandbags, wood or other material. The German artillery bombards the Belgian trenches incessantly, killing many soldiers and causing damage that must be repaired every night to maintain defensible positions for the next day. The soldiers know that the enemy is only a few dozen meters away. The stretcher-bearers can not stand upright in the trench without being shot down. They have to drag the victims through the trenches and try to get to the first dressing station where a physician is present. The 'Boyau de l' Yser' as it was registered with the topographic maps in the beginning, changes names quickly. The Belgian soldiers of various units who have been there, rename it the 'Boyau de la Mort' ( Trenches of Death ), a name that the trench has earned. The staff officers take the new name and now include it on the maps. Walking through these narrow corridors built out of sandbags, now petrified, cannot leave you untouched. The eternal coastal wind seems like the whispering of a thousand voices. Here and there you encounter a 'dugout' with a loophole, and it goes on and on. The greyness of the walls only broken by a few trembling blades of grass and the odd splashes of red from forlorn poppies, the ever sad reminder... Out of respect and gratitude, until the 11th of November,I will upload images, relevant to these historic events. Thank you for your visit, M, (*_*) If you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

A LONE POPPY...

Out of respect and gratitude, until the 11th of November,I will upload images, relevant to these historic events. We CAN NEVER FORGET! We owe them our present freedom! The Corridors of Death. In West Flanders, some places have a special emotional value and are preserved as a memorial place. This heritage must deliver, the message to the young generations: " To remember is to endeavour for peace". Near Diksmuide, towards the coast, is a narrow strip of land alongside the Yser (IJzer) river, where you will find the only remaining trenches of the Belgian Front from WWI. An exceptional site that is a place of enormous human suffering. Let's not forget the fallen. The memory of their sacrifice should help us to create a world of justice and peace! I translate the trenches into The 'Corridors of Death'. Trenches are not dug but built at night with sandbags, wood or other material. The German artillery bombards the Belgian trenches incessantly, killing many soldiers and causing damage that must be repaired every night to maintain defensible positions for the next day. The soldiers know that the enemy is only a few dozen meters away. The stretcher-bearers can not stand upright in the trench without being shot down. They have to drag the victims through the trenches and try to get to the first dressing station where a physician is present. The 'Boyau de l' Yser' as it was registered with the topographic maps in the beginning, changes names quickly. The Belgian soldiers of various units who have been there, rename it the 'Boyau de la Mort' ( Trenches of Death ), a name that the trench has earned. The staff officers take the new name and now include it on the maps. Walking through these narrow corridors built out of sandbags, now petrified, cannot leave you untouched. The eternal coastal wind seems like the whispering of a thousand voices. Here and there you encounter a 'dugout' with a loophole, and it goes on and on. The greyness of the walls only broken by a few trembling blades of grass and the odd splashes of red from forlorn poppies, the ever sad reminder... Thank you for your visit, M, (*_*) If you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

POPPY...

MY IMAGES ARE FOR SALE ONLY FROM ME, DIRECTLY, see below! Out of respect and gratitude, until the 11th of November,I will upload images, relevant to these historic events. We CAN NEVER FORGET! We owe them our present freedom! The Corridors of Death. In West Flanders, some places have a special emotional value and are preserved as a memorial place. This heritage must deliver, the message to the young generations: " To remember is to endeavour for peace". Near Diksmuide, towards the coast, is a narrow strip of land alongside the Yser (IJzer) river, where you will find the only remaining trenches of the Belgian Front from WWI. An exceptional site that is a place of enormous human suffering. Let's not forget the fallen. The memory of their sacrifice should help us to create a world of justice and peace! I translate the trenches into The 'Corridors of Death'. Trenches are not dug but built at night with sandbags, wood or other material. The German artillery bombards the Belgian trenches incessantly, killing many soldiers and causing damage that must be repaired every night to maintain defensible positions for the next day. The soldiers know that the enemy is only a few dozen meters away. The stretcher-bearers can not stand upright in the trench without being shot down. They have to drag the victims through the trenches and try to get to the first dressing station where a physician is present. The 'Boyau de l' Yser' as it was registered with the topographic maps in the beginning, changes names quickly. The Belgian soldiers of various units who have been there, rename it the 'Boyau de la Mort' ( Trenches of Death ), a name that the trench has earned. The staff officers take the new name and now include it on the maps. Walking through these narrow corridors built out of sandbags, now petrified, cannot leave you untouched. The eternal coastal wind seems like the whispering of a thousand voices. Here and there you encounter a 'dugout' with a loophole, and it goes on and on. The greyness of the walls only broken by a few trembling blades of grass and the odd splashes of red from forlorn poppies, the ever sad reminder... Thank you for your visit, M, (*_*) If you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

THEY FOUGHT FOR YOU and ME...

MY IMAGES ARE FOR SALE ONLY FROM ME, DIRECTLY, see below! Out of respect and gratitude, until the 11th of November,I will upload images, relevant to these historic events. We CAN NEVER FORGET! We owe them our present freedom! The Corridors of Death. In West Flanders, some places have a special emotional value and are preserved as a memorial place. This heritage must deliver, the message to the young generations: " To remember is to endeavour for peace". Near Diksmuide, towards the coast, is a narrow strip of land alongside the Yser (IJzer) river, where you will find the only remaining trenches of the Belgian Front from WWI. An exceptional site that is a place of enormous human suffering. Let's not forget the fallen. The memory of their sacrifice should help us to create a world of justice and peace! I translate the trenches into The 'Corridors of Death'. Trenches are not dug but built at night with sandbags, wood or other material. The German artillery bombards the Belgian trenches incessantly, killing many soldiers and causing damage that must be repaired every night to maintain defensible positions for the next day. The soldiers know that the enemy is only a few dozen meters away. The stretcher-bearers can not stand upright in the trench without being shot down. They have to drag the victims through the trenches and try to get to the first dressing station where a physician is present. The 'Boyau de l' Yser' as it was registered with the topographic maps in the beginning, changes names quickly. The Belgian soldiers of various units who have been there, rename it the 'Boyau de la Mort' ( Trenches of Death ), a name that the trench has earned. The staff officers take the new name and now include it on the maps. Walking through these narrow corridors built out of sandbags, now petrified, cannot leave you untouched. The eternal coastal wind seems like the whispering of a thousand voices. Here and there you encounter a 'dugout' with a loophole, and it goes on and on. The greyness of the walls only broken by a few trembling blades of grass and the odd splashes of red from forlorn poppies, the ever sad reminder... Thank you for your visit, M, (*_*) If you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

CONFRONTATION?

MY IMAGES ARE FOR SALE ONLY FROM ME, DIRECTLY, see below! On my walk through The Boyau de la Mort, I was suddenly confronted with this image to be seen by all those passing. That REALLY brings it home, because, to my left (see later here) was the exact place where this was taken "..all the men in the photograph wear puttees. All the men in the picture are bound, trying to keep themselves together. That is how considerate they are, for the love of God and country and women and the other men--for the love of all that is good and true--they keep themselves together because they have to. They are afraid but they are not cowards.” quote by ― Elena Mauli Shapiro Walking through these narrow corridors built out of sandbags, now petrified, cannot leave you untouched. The eternal coastal wind seems like the whispering of a thousand voices. Here and there you encounter a 'dugout' with a loophole, and it goes on and on. The greyness of the walls only broken by a few trembling blades of grass and the odd splashes of red from forlorn poppies, the ever sad reminder... Thank you for your visit, M, (*_*) If you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

CONFRONTATION?

On my walk through The Boyau de la Mort, I was suddenly confronted with this image to be seen by all those passing. That REALLY brings it home, because, to my left, was the exact place where this picture was taken "..all the men in the photograph wear puttees. All the men in the picture are bound, trying to keep themselves together. That is how considerate they are, for the love of God and country and women and the other men--for the love of all that is good and true--they keep themselves together because they have to. They are afraid but they are not cowards.' quote by Elena Mauli Shapiro Walking through these narrow corridors built out of sandbags, now petrified, cannot leave you untouched. The eternal coastal wind seems like the whispering of a thousand voices. Here and there you encounter a 'dugout' with a loophole, and it goes on and on. The greyness of the walls only broken by a few trembling blades of grass and the odd splashes of red from forlorn poppies, the ever sad reminder... Thank you for your visit, M, (*_*) If you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

PUTTING A FACE TO WAR...

MY IMAGES ARE FOR SALE ONLY FROM ME, DIRECTLY, see below! My friend Willem Vermandere in one of his songs "Thousands of Soldiers" sings : Always someone's father, always someone's child... You walk through a war cemetary, row upon row of gravestones, only names engraved, the odd red poppy, silence and sadness. This time... a framed photograph, a young man, smiling and smoking, a life ahead of him... no, it was not to be... But somebody remembered and cared and, for me, brought it home even more, it put a face to war! Out of respect and gratitude, until the 11th of November,I will upload images, relevant to these historic events. Thank you for your visit, M, (*_*) If you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

SO MUCH GRIEF...

On ALL sides, that is WAR!!!! "The real losers of the war are always the parents, wives, mothers" quote by Käthe Kollwitz The most important German cemetery from the First World War lies in the village of Vladslo, north of Ypres and close to the city of Diksmuide. In one of the few oak-tree woods in the area lie hundreds of square black stones with the names of the buried soldiers. The peace treaty of Versailles denied them the use of white stone. The stones lie in rigid lines in the grass under the trees. No flowers decorate the burial grounds. Each stone carries twenty names , twenty rank specifications, twenty death dates. A young war volunteer Peter Kollwitz is buried there. When he was killed in October 1914, he is just eighteen. Deeply affected by the death of her son makes Käthe Kollwitz the world famous expressionist sculpture The Grieving Parents. At the back of the cemetery stands the Käthe Kollwitz sculpture This German sculptress made the work of art as a remembrance monument for her son Peter who lies buried on this cemetery. The faces of both the man and the woman resemble the face of Käthe and her husband. The eyes of the father-figure look towards the ninth stone in front of him on which the name of their son Peter is written. A hundred years ago... time for reconciliation, I feel. Lest we forgive we will never move on... Thank you for your visit, M, (*_*) If you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

THE GRIEVING PARENTS...

"The real losers of the war are always the parents, wives, mothers" quote by Käthe Kollwitz The most important German cemetery from the First World War lies in the village of Vladslo, north of Ypres and close to the city of Diksmuide. In one of the few oak-tree woods in the area lie hundreds of square black stones with the names of the buried soldiers. The peace treaty of Versailles denied them the use of white stone. The stones lie in rigid lines in the grass under the trees. No flowers decorate the burial grounds. Each stone carries twenty names , twenty rank specifications, twenty death dates. A young war volunteer Peter Kollwitz is buried there. When he was killed in October 1914, he is just eighteen. Deeply affected by the death of her son makes Käthe Kollwitz the world famous expressionist sculpture The Grieving Parents. At the back of the cemetery stands the Käthe Kollwitz sculpture ' The Mourning Parents'. This German sculptress made the work of art as a remembrance monument for her son Peter who lies buried on this cemetery. The faces of both the man and the woman resemble the face of Käthe and her husband. The eyes of the father-figure look towards the ninth stone in front of him on which the name of their son Peter is written. A hundred years ago... time for reconciliation, I feel. Lest we forgive we will never move on... Thank you for your visit, M, (*_*) If you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

11.11.11

AB FAV for today… https://www.facebook.com/groups/1148438991917313/ The small church in the middle, surrounded by an old graveyard, a few houses circled around, to the left the road ends at a Belgian military cemetery. There are a few British and Commonwealth graves as well. But mostly Belgians… they seem to get less attention, yet don’t forget it was there, in Flanders, that the fierce battles happened and the years of occupation! If you want to hear the sound of silence, that is the place to go, or so one would think? The rustling of the poplars and light breeze waves the leaves of the trees and we can hear sparrows twittering nearby, their chorus changes into a chirping frenzy, probably to warn of danger to the birds sunbathing in the soft earth, between the carpet of green and the rows upon rows of headstones, uniform, with the Belgian flag enamelled into the stone, above the names, the age, the rank. All those young lives curtailed, so much sadness, the silence has descended within me. Allied Soldiers Killed: * Belgium: 13,700 * British Empire: 908,000 o Australia: 60,000 o Canada: 55,000 o India: 25,000 o New Zealand: 16,000 o South Africa: 7,000 o United Kingdom: 715,000 * France: 1,240,000 * French Colonies: 114,000 * Greece: 5,000 * Italy: 650,000 * Japan: 300 * Montenegro: 3,000 * Romania: 336,000 * Russia: 1,700,000 * Serbia: 45,000 * United States: 50,600 Central Powers Soldiers Killed: * Austria-Hungary: 1,200,000 * Bulgaria: 87,500 * Germany: 1,770,000 * Turkey: 325,000 Civilians Killed: * Austria-Hungary: 300,000 * Belgium: 30,000 * Britain: 31,000 * Bulgaria: 275,000 * France: 40,000 * Germany: 760,000 * Greece: 132,000 * Romania: 275,000 * Russia: 3,000,000 * Serbia: 650,000 * Turkey: 1,000,000 NO MORE WORDS.... Magda, M, (*_*) If you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.com IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

11-11-11

PLEASE READ THIS: MY PHOTOS ARE ONLY FOR SALE DIRECTLY FROM ME! IN WAR... NO WINNERS!!! EVEN THE POPPIES CRY: ONE GIANT variegated POPPY in my garden, larger than the biggest hands and burning like flames. The second image: The Grieving Parents by Käthe Kollwitz at the WAR cemetery of Vladslo in Belgium. More here: http://magdaindigo.blogspot.co.uk/2007/06/in-shadow-of-flanders-poppies_06.html M, (*_*) For more of my other work or if you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS : www.indigo2photography.co.uk Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

GRIEF-STRICKEN...

I grew up in Flanders in the shadow of the poppies, remembrance of the wars never far away. Everywhere you go, there are graveyards, English, American, Canadian, Polish, South-African, Australian... As a child, it is just part of the countryside, pretty, neat rows of stones and flowers. Then, the age of awareness comes, you want to know and understand. The adults'd rather not talk about it, their gaze becoming distant and full of sorrow and hidden, unspoken suffering ... Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

FLANDERS' POPPIES - REMEMBRANCE

PLEASE READ THIS: MY PHOTOS ARE ONLY FOR SALE DIRECTLY FROM ME! They came in their thousands... thousands of red-stain poppies on the land... WE OWE OUR LIVES today to those who fell... I made this image from 2, one a war memorial in the center of Liverpool, see previous image the other a Flanders' field with poppies thanx, M, (*_*) For more on this see here: http://magdaindigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-shadow-of-flanders-poppies_06.html For more of my other work or if you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS : www.indigo2photography.co.uk Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

THE LAST-POST in FLANDERS, 11-11-11

On our last Friday in Belgium, we had a 'quiet/free' day, and decided to just drive of into my beloved Flanders and see where the wind and the roads took us. We came at a crossing where we had to make a decision, when I saw a road sign, which would take us to a place full of memories that we had not seen for ages. As we neared, a helicopter flew over, we saw lots of military vehicles, meandering the narrow road, crossed a small bridge and round the bend... we were stopped by military police, we were very puzzled. With a smile they waved us into a field full of cars. We were close to the river IJzer ( ISERE), where so many had fought, had lost life or limb, and eventually won the battle. This was the place where in 1918 the invader was brought to a halt! That's what it said on one of the memorial stones... We arrived in the middle of an important commemoration. Soldiers from all over ... It was very moving, you see them, they look forward to these ceremonies, meeting up with old friends, remembering old friends... bringing children, so fitting, being given the opportunity to live in peace and 'freedom'... They all look so proud. They are the 'survivors'! Sometimes there are tears in their eyes, then there's a smile round their lips, afterwards when the ceremony is over, the sound of laughter echoes against the wall of the old tower, drifting off into the rustling of the poplar leaves, the silence returns, another year gone, hope we'll meet again! It never ceases to amaze me how people come together more in adversity, form bonds for life... great, however somehow sad... The notes of the Last post were blown hauntingly across the skies, the tradition, from the top of the Tower of O.L.V Hoekje in Stuivekenskerke not far from The Trench of Death ( Le Boyau de la Mort). "All Wars Arise For The Possession Of Wealth" (Plato) Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

AAAAAAAAH, TO BE FREE...

MY IMAGES ARE FOR SALE ONLY FROM ME, DIRECTLY, see below! We really do not appreciate enough what we have and moan too much about what we DON'T have??? All the irrelevant, superfluous bits? Material stuff? My parents lived through two wars, hunger, fear,can you imagine? 9 years of their life!!! On D-Day, 6th of June 1944, that day, 156,000 troops — 73,000 of them Americans — took part in history’s biggest amphibious landing along a 50-mile stretch of beaches supported by 6,900 vessels ships and 11,590 airplanes, according to British figures. By nightfall on June 6, more than 9,000 Allied soldiers were dead or wounded, but more than 100,000 had made it ashore, securing French coastal villages and eventually the rest of the occupied countries. At the same time American airborne troops dropped by parachute in Nazi-occupied France as the allies began a campaign across Europe that ended with Germany’s surrender 11 months later. More than 3,000 allied troops died in the first two days of the campaign to turn the tide of World War II. But just as many French civilians, caught up in the conflict, perished in the same period, according to a new study by British historian Anthony Beevor. WE OWE THEM OUR FREEDOM. MORE THAN EVER: Lead and enjoy a good life, do and say things that enrich... and do not forget to tell the people close to you, how much you love them! With love to you and thank you for ALL your faves and comments, M, (* _ *) For more of my other work or if you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

THE POPPY-FIELD...

MY IMAGES ARE FOR SALE ONLY FROM ME, DIRECTLY, see below! It is June... the beautiful month where poppies bloom and colour the fields... They are a 'happy' flower, with very loose papery petals, fluttering, rhythmically swaying with the flow of the wind, sometimes giant waves undulating the bright sheets of red. Where I come from (Flanders), they are a 'weed' to the farmers, to poets and other creatives; they are a colourful accent, a joy, an inspiration... Sadly, it became a great symbol of sadness! You can see why, often the fields look like bloodied. A young friend of ours fell in Afghanistan, where the poppies are different and a weed of the 'lucrative and evil' type... He was nearing the end of his tour, the cold winter over, he was looking forward to the future, he had learned a lot. Appreciated the good life we have here, too many not content and depressed and stressed. Let's just hold it a moment and reflect? In his last letter he wrote: “...all the poppies are just getting harvested and all the flowers look quite pretty... ...Got to go for a walk later or a ‘patrol’ if you will, which is nice cos it means I get to hide in poppy fields, put them in my helmet, that type of thing, Great fun. The poppy harvest is just on so enemy activity will be low for the next couple of weeks. As not to disturb the crop…” A few days later, he stepped on a land-mine, during a patrol, he was killed instantly.... One of the most moving and sad ceremonies I ever witnessed, his funeral. Yes, poppies... he became another poppy on the field of war... 6th of June 2013. M, (*.*) For more of my other work or if you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

THE COLOURED FIELD...

MY IMAGES ARE FOR SALE ONLY FROM ME, DIRECTLY, see below! HERE: A photographic 'anecdote' of the making and selling of one of my photos! Please view Large and in HD, only 7 minutes! Hope you enjoy this story, youtu.be/2iX5id0dSnY www.youtube.com/watch?v=3u1aOqA4KdM On our 3 hour drive to our chosen destination, Flamborough's Smuggler's Cove, on the beautiful North-Yorkshire Heritage Coast, we passed this, in an excited rush to get there, I saw it only in a flash... We tracked back asap. I mean I've seen so many yellow fields, red field, but NEVER a mixed field, it was humming, WILD FLOWERS more than rapeseed, I guess an eco-field? Whatever... it was a photographer's delight. A memory to behold and treasure! SHARE IT with me. Have a bright day and thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work or if you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

LONE POPPY...

AB FAV for today… https://www.facebook.com/groups/1148438991917313/ FOR 11.11.11 Tomorrow we remember.... Thank you for your visit, M, (*_*) If you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.com IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

LE COQUELICOT...

MY IMAGES ARE FOR SALE ONLY FROM ME, DIRECTLY, see below! HERE: A photographic 'anecdote' of the making and selling of one of my photos! Please view Large and in HD, only 7 minutes! Hope you enjoy this story, youtu.be/2iX5id0dSnY www.youtube.com/watch?v=3u1aOqA4KdM It's true that the flowers are very fleeting, lasting in a vase sometimes only for hours. They don't wilt, but the delicate petals begin to fall quickly. To avoid this, there is something you can do. As you cut the flowers, take only the freshest. Then use a large match or cigarette lighter, holding the cut end of the stem over the flame, and let it sear the end of the stem until it's almost black. This seals the milky juices into the stem, and usually at least doubles the life of the flower in water. Even with searing, your arrangement won't last long, and you may want to put a tray or large plate under the vase to receive the red petals as they fall, and stain! In Persian literature, red poppies, especially red corn poppy flowers, are considered the flower of love. Papaver rhoeas , common names include corn poppy, corn rose, field poppy, Flanders poppy, red poppy, red weed, coquelicot in French. It is a species of flowering plant in the poppy family, Papaveraceae. MORE THAN EVER: Lead and enjoy a good life, do and say things that enrich... and do not forget to tell the people close to you, how much you love them! With love to you and thank you for ALL your faves and comments, M, (* _ *) For more of my other work or if you want to PURCHASE, visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

ANOTHER POPPY on the FIELDS OF WAR...

MY IMAGES ARE FOR SALE ONLY FROM ME, DIRECTLY, see below! 6th of June 2013. Another D-DAY. I'll NEVER understand 'war', I cannot get my head around it, I do 'understand' the underlying quest for power, the hatred, the motives... the logistics, but not the emotions, if you know what I mean. I am always sad when I hear of lives being lost, but when you are close to it, it takes on another dimension... my heart goes out to the families. If there is to be peace in the world, there must be peace in the nations. If there is to be peace in the nations, there must be peace in the cities. If there is to be peace in the cities, there must be peace between neighbors. If there is to be peace between neighbors, there must be peace in the home. If there is to be peace in the home, there must be peace in the heart. By Lao Tzu (570-490 B.C.) magdaindigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-shadow-of-flanders-po... Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work or if you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

IEPER, POPPY…

DAY 4 After a pleasant meal in one of the many restaurants, we visit the Flanders’ Fields Museum, dedicated to the first WW. In the beautiful Hallen, fully restored after its complete demolition. The images are there. It is busy, very well done, but NOT my thing, and as we continue, I become more and more uneasy, I see that Paul and our friends are also passing everything faster now, we gather and decide we’ve seen enough. We head to the ground floor for the cafeteria, and reminisce! Everywhere there are ceramic ‘ART’ giant poppies, also in the shop, where my friend buys me an umbrella, uhh, with poppy, of course. I wish you a day full of beauty and thank you for your visit, Magda, (*_*) For more of my other work or if you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY OUR IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.com IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved Ieper, giant, poppy, display, ceramic, Belgium, Flanders, horizontal,colour, Nikon D7200, magda indigo

IN FLANDERS FIELDS, the poppies blow...

MY IMAGES ARE FOR SALE ONLY FROM ME, DIRECTLY, see below! Out of respect and gratitude, until the 11th of November,I will upload images, relevant to these historic events. IN FLANDERS FIELDS by John McCrae, May 1915 In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. Inspiration for “In Flanders Fields” Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, 1st Brigade Canadian Field Artillery (source: A Crown of Life) During the early days of the Second Battle of Ypres a young Canadian artillery officer, Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, was killed on 2nd May, 1915 in the gun positions near Ypres. An exploding German artillery shell landed near him. He was serving in the same Canadian artillery unit as a friend of his, the Canadian military doctor and artillery commander Major John McCrae. As the brigade doctor, John McCrae was asked to conduct the burial service for Alexis because the chaplain had been called away somewhere else on duty that evening. It is believed that later that evening, after the burial, John began the draft for his now famous poem “In Flanders Fields”. I thank you, Magda. If you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

11-11-11... A SINGLE POPPY in FLANDERS

.... And still the poppies gently blow, Between the crosses, row by row. The larks, still bravely soaring high, Are singing now their lullaby To you who sleep where poppies grow In Flanders' Fields. ~~By John Mitchell.~~ Allied Soldiers Killed: * Belgium: 13,700 * British Empire: 908,000 o Australia: 60,000 o Canada: 55,000 o India: 25,000 o New Zealand: 16,000 o South Africa: 7,000 o United Kingdom: 715,000 * France: 1,240,000 * French Colonies: 114,000 * Greece: 5,000 * Italy: 650,000 * Japan: 300 * Montenegro: 3,000 * Romania: 336,000 * Russia: 1,700,000 * Serbia: 45,000 * United States: 50,600 Central Powers Soldiers Killed: * Austria-Hungary: 1,200,000 * Bulgaria: 87,500 * Germany: 1,770,000 * Turkey: 325,000 Civilians Killed: * Austria-Hungary: 300,000 * Belgium: 30,000 * Britain: 31,000 * Bulgaria: 275,000 * France: 40,000 * Germany: 760,000 * Greece: 132,000 * Romania: 275,000 * Russia: 3,000,000 * Serbia: 650,000 * Turkey: 1,000,000 NO MORE WORDS.... Magda, (~_~) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

FLANDERS' POPPIES...

MY IMAGES ARE FOR SALE ONLY FROM ME, DIRECTLY, see below! Thank you for our freedom, to all those who fell and fought on D-DAY, 6th June 1944. We owe them our freedom! I find that earlier in the year, their red is much more vibrant and deeper... the eternal wind on the great flats of the plain was blowing them around, the lower sun painting beautiful shadows... Flanders without poppies? No way!!! MORE THAN EVER: Lead and enjoy a good life, do and say things that enrich... and do not forget to tell the people close to you, how much you love them! With love to you and thank you for ALL your faves and comments, M, (* _ *) For more of my other work or if you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

GRIEFSTRICKEN…

AB FAV for today… https://www.facebook.com/groups/1148438991917313/ In many ways! I grew up in Flanders in the shadow of the poppies, remembrance of the wars never far away. Everywhere you go, there are graveyards, Belgian, English, American, Canadian, Polish, South-African, Australian and German... As a child, it is just part of the countryside, pretty, neat rows of stones and flowers. Then, the age of awareness comes, you want to know and understand. The adults'd rather not talk about it, their gaze becoming distant and full of sorrow and hidden, unspoken suffering ... Most of them gone now too This is 2 images, one a work of Art in the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, the other one of my poppies which I took in Flanders. Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.com IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

ANOTHER POPPY on the FIELDS OF WAR.REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock

Last in this small series to honour those who fell, let's not forget? We received the sad news that a young friend was killed in Afghanistan. He wrote exactly the month before; in his own words... ...all the poppies are just getting harvested and all the flowers look quite pretty... ...Got to go for a walk later or a ‘patrol’ if you will, which is nice cos it means I get to hide in poppy fields, put them in my helmet, that type of thing, Great fun. The poppy harvest is just on so enemy activity will be low for the next couple of weeks. As not to disturb the crop… I'll NEVER understand 'war', I cannot get my head around it, I do understand the underlying quest for power, the hatred, the motives... the logistics, but not the emotions, if you know what I mean. I am always sad when I hear of lives being lost, but when you are close to it, as we were that day, it takes on another dimension... my heart goes out to his family. If there is to be peace in the world, there must be peace in the nations. If there is to be peace in the nations, there must be peace in the cities. If there is to be peace in the cities, there must be peace between neighbors. If there is to be peace between neighbors, there must be peace in the home. If there is to be peace in the home, there must be peace in the heart. By Lao Tzu (570-490 B.C.) Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

IN THE SHADOW OF THE POPPIES.REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock .

'In The Shadow of the Poppies'. © Copyright Magda Indigo Raised surrounded by the remnants of war. In the landscape, whether it be coastal or inland. In the people, whether it be story or silence. This delicate flower is part of my youth, Bright red. The child in me attracted, Picking it to offer or cherish, only to find it extremely ephemeral. The young woman I became, Lesson learnt, loved running in those colourful fields, Not enjoying the stains poppies left on a favourite dress. The young mother I became, Teaching her sons, Trying to protect them from the disappointment of the fast wilting flower, the stains, the symbolism... Now, I'm older and wiser, More tolerant and more intolerant. Now, I am back, they greet me, gently moving with the wind. I just stand; take in the beauty with a smile around my lips, And let the echoes of the past swirl behind my eyes. I grew up in Flanders in the shadow of the poppies, remembrance of the wars never far away. Everywhere you go, there are graveyards, English, American, Canadian, Polish, South-African, Australian... As a child, it is just part of the countryside, pretty, neat rows of stones and flowers. Then, the age of awareness comes, you want to know and understand. The adults'd rather not talk about it, their gaze becoming distant and full of sorrow and hidden, unspoken suffering. Thanx, M, (*_*) For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

ON NORMANDY BEACH.... D-DAY, JUNE 6...

MY IMAGES ARE FOR SALE ONLY FROM ME, DIRECTLY, see below! A cold February, the mid-term break, my son Michel was 19.Our goal to drive to the Mont St Michel.In France it’s also the holidays, we arrive In Honfleur only to find everything is ‘complet'!!! We push through to Caen and arrive there around midnight. The next day, it is 7/ 8 Beaufort, with great difficulty we get into the car without losing a door. We head for the coast, this weather does not scare us, we were raised with it. Just following the flow of roads, we arrive on small coastal routes and suddenly come to this beach. It stops you in your tracks. You’ve seen the documentaries and movies, you’ve heard the stories, but it’s all a long time ago, before you were even born. Here, it confronts you, the unexpected, the wreckage, still there, sombre monuments in the sea. I remember the images, my mind fills in the horror. I just stand there, my beautiful son running freely on this beach, where so many his age fell. This lonely figure in this vast emptiness of flat sand and sea.Paul, my husband (Paul Indigo) stands next to me, grabs my hand, he understands, he’s from South Africa, grew up with a different war. His uncles were S.A. war hero pilots, his grand-father a commander in the Belgian resistance. It links all of us. I can’t help thinking, why do nations and people only pull together when things are bad? Do we forget too soon? We owe those who fought, those who fell, our freedom and our present lifestyle.This is my THANK YOU to them, my sons live and I, as a mother am fortunate enough not to have to experience the fear of that farewell. Magda, (~_~) Today is D-Day, was June 6, 1944 — the day of the Normandy landings — initiating the Western Allied effort to liberate mainland Europe from Nazi occupation during World War II. By nightfall on June 6, more than 9,000 Allied soldiers were dead or wounded, but more than 100,000 had made it ashore, securing French coastal villages and eventually the rest of the occupied countries. WE OWE THEM OUR FREEDOM! More HERE:magdaindigo.blogspot.com/2007/04/power-of-emotion-in-imag... For more of my other work or if you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

LAST POST. REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock

I break my usual uploads for the special day that is tomorrow, REMEMBERANCE DAY... Spare a moment!? It is a small series. The Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing is a war memorial in Ypres, Belgium dedicated to the commemoration of British and Commonwealth soldiers who were killed in the Ypres Salient of World War I and whose graves are unknown. It is a place where you become still... the sadness AND madness hits me each time... Another big, unaswered WHY...what was it all for? Following the Menin Gate Memorial opening in 1927, the citizens of Ypres wanted to express their gratitude towards those who had given their lives for Belgium's freedom. As such, every evening at 20:00, buglers from the local fire brigade close the road which passes under the Memorial and sound the Last Post. Except for the occupation by the Germans in World War II when the daily ceremony was conducted at Brookwood Military Cemetery, in Surrey, England, this ceremony has been carried on uninterrupted since 2 July 1928. On the very evening that Polish forces liberated Ypres in the Second World War, the ceremony was resumed at the Menin Gate despite the fact that heavy fighting was still taking place in other parts of the town. The ceremony is a solemn occasion.. it cannot leave you untouched! The echo bouncing off the thousands of names, all young men, who had no life, they gave it for us... so that we could have today our biggest treasure, FREEDOM! Let's not forget. Reginald Blomfield's triumphal arch, designed in 1921, is the entry to the barrel-vaulted passage for traffic through the mausoleum that honours the Missing, who have no known graves. The patient lion on the top is the lion of Britain but also the lion of Flanders. It was chosen to be a memorial as it was the closest gate of the town to the fighting, and so Allied Troops would have marched past it on their way to fight. Actually, most troops passed out of the other gates of Ypres, as the Menin Gate was too dangerous due to shellfire. Its large Hall of Memory contains names on stone panels of 54,896 Commonwealth soldiers who died in the Salient but whose bodies have never been identified or found. On completion of the memorial, it was discovered to be too small to contain all the names as originally planned. An arbitrary cut-off point of 15 August 1917 was chosen and the names of 34,984 UK missing after this date were inscribed on the Tyne Cot Memorial to the Missing instead. The Menin Gate Memorial does not list the names of the missing of New Zealand and Newfoundland soldiers, who are instead honoured on separate memorials. People are still comin from all over the world every day, to look for and honour the names of long lost relatives, just the see the engraved name and try and stick a poppy next, just to say, you are not forgotten... I thank you, Magda. For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock. LAST SUN.

I break my usual uploads for the special day that is tomorrow, REMEMBERANCE DAY... Spare a moment!? It is a small series. The Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing is a war memorial in Ypres, Belgium dedicated to the commemoration of British and Commonwealth soldiers who were killed in the Ypres Salient of World War I and whose graves are unknown. It is a place where you become still... the sadness AND madness hits me each time... Another big, unaswered WHY...what was it all for? Following the Menin Gate Memorial opening in 1927, the citizens of Ypres wanted to express their gratitude towards those who had given their lives for Belgium's freedom. As such, every evening at 20:00, buglers from the local fire brigade close the road which passes under the Memorial and sound the Last Post. Except for the occupation by the Germans in World War II when the daily ceremony was conducted at Brookwood Military Cemetery, in Surrey, England, this ceremony has been carried on uninterrupted since 2 July 1928. On the very evening that Polish forces liberated Ypres in the Second World War, the ceremony was resumed at the Menin Gate despite the fact that heavy fighting was still taking place in other parts of the town. The ceremony is a solemn occasion.. it cannot leave you untouched! The echo bouncing off the thousands of names, all young men, who had no life, they gave it for us... so that we could have today our biggest treasure, FREEDOM! Let's not forget. Reginald Blomfield's triumphal arch, designed in 1921, is the entry to the barrel-vaulted passage for traffic through the mausoleum that honours the Missing, who have no known graves. The patient lion on the top is the lion of Britain but also the lion of Flanders. It was chosen to be a memorial as it was the closest gate of the town to the fighting, and so Allied Troops would have marched past it on their way to fight. Actually, most troops passed out of the other gates of Ypres, as the Menin Gate was too dangerous due to shellfire. Its large Hall of Memory contains names on stone panels of 54,896 Commonwealth soldiers who died in the Salient but whose bodies have never been identified or found. On completion of the memorial, it was discovered to be too small to contain all the names as originally planned. An arbitrary cut-off point of 15 August 1917 was chosen and the names of 34,984 UK missing after this date were inscribed on the Tyne Cot Memorial to the Missing instead. The Menin Gate Memorial does not list the names of the missing of New Zealand and Newfoundland soldiers, who are instead honoured on separate memorials. People are still comin from all over the world every day, to look for and honour the names of long lost relatives, just the see the engraved name and try and stick a poppy next, just to say, you are not forgotten... I thank you, Magda. For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock

I break my usual uploads for the special day that is tomorrow, REMEMBERANCE DAY... Spare a moment!? It is a small series. The Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing is a war memorial in Ypres, Belgium dedicated to the commemoration of British and Commonwealth soldiers who were killed in the Ypres Salient of World War I and whose graves are unknown. It is a place where you become still... the sadness AND madness hits me each time... Another big, unaswered WHY...what was it all for? Following the Menin Gate Memorial opening in 1927, the citizens of Ypres wanted to express their gratitude towards those who had given their lives for Belgium's freedom. As such, every evening at 20:00, buglers from the local fire brigade close the road which passes under the Memorial and sound the Last Post. Except for the occupation by the Germans in World War II when the daily ceremony was conducted at Brookwood Military Cemetery, in Surrey, England, this ceremony has been carried on uninterrupted since 2 July 1928. On the very evening that Polish forces liberated Ypres in the Second World War, the ceremony was resumed at the Menin Gate despite the fact that heavy fighting was still taking place in other parts of the town. The ceremony is a solemn occasion.. it cannot leave you untouched! The echo bouncing off the thousands of names, all young men, who had no life, they gave it for us... so that we could have today our biggest treasure, FREEDOM! Let's not forget. Reginald Blomfield's triumphal arch, designed in 1921, is the entry to the barrel-vaulted passage for traffic through the mausoleum that honours the Missing, who have no known graves. The patient lion on the top is the lion of Britain but also the lion of Flanders. It was chosen to be a memorial as it was the closest gate of the town to the fighting, and so Allied Troops would have marched past it on their way to fight. Actually, most troops passed out of the other gates of Ypres, as the Menin Gate was too dangerous due to shellfire. Its large Hall of Memory contains names on stone panels of 54,896 Commonwealth soldiers who died in the Salient but whose bodies have never been identified or found. On completion of the memorial, it was discovered to be too small to contain all the names as originally planned. An arbitrary cut-off point of 15 August 1917 was chosen and the names of 34,984 UK missing after this date were inscribed on the Tyne Cot Memorial to the Missing instead. The Menin Gate Memorial does not list the names of the missing of New Zealand and Newfoundland soldiers, who are instead honoured on separate memorials. People are still comin from all over the world every day, to look for and honour the names of long lost relatives, just the see the engraved name and try and stick a poppy next, just to say, you are not forgotten... I thank you, Magda. For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

LOST AND FOUND... REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock

I break my usual uploads for the special day that is tomorrow, REMEMBERANCE DAY... Spare a moment!? It is a small series. This gent, with his wife, they came from Australia and after a long search found the name... The Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing is a war memorial in Ypres, Belgium dedicated to the commemoration of British and Commonwealth soldiers who were killed in the Ypres Salient of World War I and whose graves are unknown. It is a place where you become still... the sadness AND madness hits me each time... Another big, unaswered WHY...what was it all for? Following the Menin Gate Memorial opening in 1927, the citizens of Ypres wanted to express their gratitude towards those who had given their lives for Belgium's freedom. As such, every evening at 20:00, buglers from the local fire brigade close the road which passes under the Memorial and sound the Last Post. Except for the occupation by the Germans in World War II when the daily ceremony was conducted at Brookwood Military Cemetery, in Surrey, England, this ceremony has been carried on uninterrupted since 2 July 1928. On the very evening that Polish forces liberated Ypres in the Second World War, the ceremony was resumed at the Menin Gate despite the fact that heavy fighting was still taking place in other parts of the town. The ceremony is a solemn occasion.. it cannot leave you untouched! The echo bouncing off the thousands of names, all young men, who had no life, they gave it for us... so that we could have today our biggest treasure, FREEDOM! Let's not forget. Reginald Blomfield's triumphal arch, designed in 1921, is the entry to the barrel-vaulted passage for traffic through the mausoleum that honours the Missing, who have no known graves. The patient lion on the top is the lion of Britain but also the lion of Flanders. It was chosen to be a memorial as it was the closest gate of the town to the fighting, and so Allied Troops would have marched past it on their way to fight. Actually, most troops passed out of the other gates of Ypres, as the Menin Gate was too dangerous due to shellfire. Its large Hall of Memory contains names on stone panels of 54,896 Commonwealth soldiers who died in the Salient but whose bodies have never been identified or found. On completion of the memorial, it was discovered to be too small to contain all the names as originally planned. An arbitrary cut-off point of 15 August 1917 was chosen and the names of 34,984 UK missing after this date were inscribed on the Tyne Cot Memorial to the Missing instead. The Menin Gate Memorial does not list the names of the missing of New Zealand and Newfoundland soldiers, who are instead honoured on separate memorials. People are still comin from all over the world every day, to look for and honour the names of long lost relatives, just the see the engraved name and try and stick a poppy next, just to say, you are not forgotten... I thank you, Magda. For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

THEY CAME FROM ALL OVER... REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock

I break my usual uploads for the special day that is tomorrow, REMEMBERANCE DAY... Spare a moment!? It is a small series. The Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing is a war memorial in Ypres, Belgium dedicated to the commemoration of British and Commonwealth soldiers who were killed in the Ypres Salient of World War I and whose graves are unknown. It is a place where you become still... the sadness AND madness hits me each time... Another big, unaswered WHY...what was it all for? Following the Menin Gate Memorial opening in 1927, the citizens of Ypres wanted to express their gratitude towards those who had given their lives for Belgium's freedom. As such, every evening at 20:00, buglers from the local fire brigade close the road which passes under the Memorial and sound the Last Post. Except for the occupation by the Germans in World War II when the daily ceremony was conducted at Brookwood Military Cemetery, in Surrey, England, this ceremony has been carried on uninterrupted since 2 July 1928. On the very evening that Polish forces liberated Ypres in the Second World War, the ceremony was resumed at the Menin Gate despite the fact that heavy fighting was still taking place in other parts of the town. The ceremony is a solemn occasion.. it cannot leave you untouched! The echo bouncing off the thousands of names, all young men, who had no life, they gave it for us... so that we could have today our biggest treasure, FREEDOM! Let's not forget. Reginald Blomfield's triumphal arch, designed in 1921, is the entry to the barrel-vaulted passage for traffic through the mausoleum that honours the Missing, who have no known graves. The patient lion on the top is the lion of Britain but also the lion of Flanders. It was chosen to be a memorial as it was the closest gate of the town to the fighting, and so Allied Troops would have marched past it on their way to fight. Actually, most troops passed out of the other gates of Ypres, as the Menin Gate was too dangerous due to shellfire. Its large Hall of Memory contains names on stone panels of 54,896 Commonwealth soldiers who died in the Salient but whose bodies have never been identified or found. On completion of the memorial, it was discovered to be too small to contain all the names as originally planned. An arbitrary cut-off point of 15 August 1917 was chosen and the names of 34,984 UK missing after this date were inscribed on the Tyne Cot Memorial to the Missing instead. The Menin Gate Memorial does not list the names of the missing of New Zealand and Newfoundland soldiers, who are instead honoured on separate memorials. People are still comin from all over the world every day, to look for and honour the names of long lost relatives, just the see the engraved name and try and stick a poppy next, just to say, you are not forgotten... I thank you, Magda. For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

WHEN WILL IT EVER END? REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock

I break my usual uploads for the special day that is tomorrow, REMEMBERANCE DAY... Spare a moment!? It is a small series. The Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing is a war memorial in Ypres, Belgium dedicated to the commemoration of British and Commonwealth soldiers who were killed in the Ypres Salient of World War I and whose graves are unknown. It is a place where you become still... the sadness AND madness hits me each time... Another big, unaswered WHY...what was it all for? Following the Menin Gate Memorial opening in 1927, the citizens of Ypres wanted to express their gratitude towards those who had given their lives for Belgium's freedom. As such, every evening at 20:00, buglers from the local fire brigade close the road which passes under the Memorial and sound the Last Post. Except for the occupation by the Germans in World War II when the daily ceremony was conducted at Brookwood Military Cemetery, in Surrey, England, this ceremony has been carried on uninterrupted since 2 July 1928. On the very evening that Polish forces liberated Ypres in the Second World War, the ceremony was resumed at the Menin Gate despite the fact that heavy fighting was still taking place in other parts of the town. The ceremony is a solemn occasion.. it cannot leave you untouched! The echo bouncing off the thousands of names, all young men, who had no life, they gave it for us... so that we could have today our biggest treasure, FREEDOM! Let's not forget. Reginald Blomfield's triumphal arch, designed in 1921, is the entry to the barrel-vaulted passage for traffic through the mausoleum that honours the Missing, who have no known graves. The patient lion on the top is the lion of Britain but also the lion of Flanders. It was chosen to be a memorial as it was the closest gate of the town to the fighting, and so Allied Troops would have marched past it on their way to fight. Actually, most troops passed out of the other gates of Ypres, as the Menin Gate was too dangerous due to shellfire. Its large Hall of Memory contains names on stone panels of 54,896 Commonwealth soldiers who died in the Salient but whose bodies have never been identified or found. On completion of the memorial, it was discovered to be too small to contain all the names as originally planned. An arbitrary cut-off point of 15 August 1917 was chosen and the names of 34,984 UK missing after this date were inscribed on the Tyne Cot Memorial to the Missing instead. The Menin Gate Memorial does not list the names of the missing of New Zealand and Newfoundland soldiers, who are instead honoured on separate memorials. People are still comin from all over the world every day, to look for and honour the names of long lost relatives, just the see the engraved name and try and stick a poppy next, just to say, you are not forgotten... I thank you, Magda. For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

IN GOOD TIMES remembering THE BAD TIMES...

THE VETERANS On our last Friday in Belgium, we had a 'quiet/free' day, and decided to just drive of into my beloved Flanders and see where the wind and the roads took us. We came at a crossing where we had to make a decision when I saw a road sign, it would take us to a place full of memories that we had not seen for ages, as we neared, a helicopter flew over, we saw lots of military vehicles, meandering the narrow road, crossed a small bridge and round the bend... we were stopped by military police, with a smile they waved us into a field full of cars. We were close to the river IJzer ( ISERE), where so many had fought, had lost life or limb and eventually won the battle. This was the place where in 1918 the invader was brought to a halt! That's what it said on one of the memorial stones... We arrived in the middle of an important commemoration. Soldiers from all over ... It was very moving you see them, they look forward to these ceremonies, meeting up with old friends, remembering old friends... Not a poppy in sight, the growing season is over. They all look so proud. Sometimes there are tears in their eyes, then there's a smile round their lips, afterwards, the sound of laughter is echoing against the wall of the old tower, drifting off into the rustling of the poplar leaves, the silence returns, another year gone, hope we'll meet again! Thanx, M, (*_*) If you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.com IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved

The bugler of the last post...REMEMBERANCE DAY... 11.11.2011 at 11 o'clock

I break my usual uploads for the special day that is tomorrow, REMEMBERANCE DAY... Spare a moment!? It is a small series. The Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing is a war memorial in Ypres, Belgium dedicated to the commemoration of British and Commonwealth soldiers who were killed in the Ypres Salient of World War I and whose graves are unknown. It is a place where you become still... the sadness AND madness hits me each time... Another big, unaswered WHY...what was it all for? Following the Menin Gate Memorial opening in 1927, the citizens of Ypres wanted to express their gratitude towards those who had given their lives for Belgium's freedom. As such, every evening at 20:00, buglers from the local fire brigade close the road which passes under the Memorial and sound the Last Post. Except for the occupation by the Germans in World War II when the daily ceremony was conducted at Brookwood Military Cemetery, in Surrey, England, this ceremony has been carried on uninterrupted since 2 July 1928. On the very evening that Polish forces liberated Ypres in the Second World War, the ceremony was resumed at the Menin Gate despite the fact that heavy fighting was still taking place in other parts of the town. The ceremony is a solemn occasion.. it cannot leave you untouched! The echo bouncing off the thousands of names, all young men, who had no life, they gave it for us... so that we could have today our biggest treasure, FREEDOM! Let's not forget. Reginald Blomfield's triumphal arch, designed in 1921, is the entry to the barrel-vaulted passage for traffic through the mausoleum that honours the Missing, who have no known graves. The patient lion on the top is the lion of Britain but also the lion of Flanders. It was chosen to be a memorial as it was the closest gate of the town to the fighting, and so Allied Troops would have marched past it on their way to fight. Actually, most troops passed out of the other gates of Ypres, as the Menin Gate was too dangerous due to shellfire. Its large Hall of Memory contains names on stone panels of 54,896 Commonwealth soldiers who died in the Salient but whose bodies have never been identified or found. On completion of the memorial, it was discovered to be too small to contain all the names as originally planned. An arbitrary cut-off point of 15 August 1917 was chosen and the names of 34,984 UK missing after this date were inscribed on the Tyne Cot Memorial to the Missing instead. The Menin Gate Memorial does not list the names of the missing of New Zealand and Newfoundland soldiers, who are instead honoured on separate memorials. People are still comin from all over the world every day, to look for and honour the names of long lost relatives, just the see the engraved name and try and stick a poppy next, just to say, you are not forgotten... I thank you, Magda. For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved