The Anzac War Memorial on a sunny autumn day. The sacred atmosphere covers the scene of memorial and visistors. Silent moment. Everyone seems to walk by stealth. The war seems to exist in this memorial though it was pushed away for years. The souvenirs of war in this building remind me of the Vietnam war. Pictures, soldier’s hat and water-bottle are also silent. However, behind each souvenir is a grief, a tragedy, maybe. Australia Government committed 59,000 troops to the Vietnam war between August 1962 and June 1973 and 508 were killed in that war.
Compared with over 5 millions of the North and the South Vietnamese Soldiers and Vietnamese Civilians death and wound in the Vietnam-America war, the number of Australians casualties is less ten thousand times. Yet, the death or wounding or missing of anyone all brings the same grief to their relatives.
A silent moment for all. And a silent moment to pray for the world’s peace.
Hyde Park on a sunny autumn day. The clamour of Elizabeth, Liverpool and Park streets is almost waned away. These two men so deeply sleep that nothing can wake them up, despite the bright sunshine performing a mischievous dance on their faces.
Are they homeless? Are they pensioners? Where do they live? Why do they sleep in this park in such a very early morning? Questions dance with wistfulness.
The Anzac Memorial and Hyde Park on a sunny autumn day. Everything looks brighter and cleaner as if they wanted to hide miserable lives. 
The images of war are a substitute for a peaceful life in Sydney. Hoping that no war memorial will be built in the world. Hoping that no one will be affected by war, like Vietnamese, Australians or Americans.
Hoping the world will be in peace, like a nice sunny morning I enjoy in Hyde Park.
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