Soldiers, and an air force band, were rehearsing the ceremony. I started taking photos. I was also interested in grabbing images of the young Canadian men and women in uniform. They were anything but gloomy or sad. I got some photos...then happened to walk between a police car and a bus where I came across a young soldier in uniform who had ducked out of the way for a couple of minutes, to smoke a cigarette-- ("just grabbin' a smoke, eh? in Canada-speak)--out of sight of tourists, officials and, who knows, maybe his sergeant. He was a handsome young guy wearing a kilt and looked a bit guilty to be caught with cig in hand. I asked him if I could take his photo and he smiled in a sort of embarrassed, conspiratorial way and said "Maybe not, eh, wouldn't look too good for the regiment." So I didn't.
|from today's Globe& Mail. That's Corporal Cirillo on the left|
We heard the news standing at the ferry wharf at Whaletown on Cortes Island, British Columbia, surrounded by the power, fog, and mystery of that Canadian land-and seascape.
Robert Bateman, also waiting, was generously showing us his artist's book, filled with sketches from a recent trip to Japan.
Sergeant-at-Arms received a deserved hero's welcome at the opening of Parliament this morning.