It was slightly disconcerting to see the bomb squad on call. Then again, it would be great to have them handy should something happen.  

11/11/14:  I got to Parliament Hill around 9:30 am and already the crowds were gathering around the War Memorial. There was more of a police presence (...)

I headed towards the Chateau Laurier to use their facilities. I found myself in a pipe band arriving. I took a quick shot. I didn't notice the presenc (...)

Time marches resolutely on towards the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.  

There was little visible security right at the War Memorial. Plenty of barriers kept the crowd at a distance and allowed the invited guests easier acc (...)

The new statue commemorating the War of 1812 proved to be popular as a high spot to view the ceremonies. The statue would soon disappear under a cling (...)

There were clumps of veterans scattered throughout the crowd. They were hurrying up and waiting. Situation normal.  

I decided to wander through the crowds and allow the camera to take candid shots.  

As I drifted through the crowd I realised that I was not alone. Other photographers were doing the same thing. We stayed out of each other's way.  

A man and his wife. A soldier proud to serve Canada. Behind every married soldier is a strong woman.  

Lots of outfits were milling about outside the Chateau Laurier waiting for their marching orders. This proud Sikh cadet caught my eye.  

Laurier still has the best view of the Remembrance Day ceremonies.  

The crowds had ballooned as the time approached. It was estimated that the crowd ranged from 35,000 to 50,000. There were more people than I've ever s (...)

A minute of silence echoed through the hearts of all who were present. Never Forget.  

Two officers from a Central American/South American nation paying their respects. I thanked them for coming out. They were surprised. How could they n (...)

The gun salutes boomed in the distance behind us. Two jets roared overhead in a single pass. The choir was singing below. Orders pierced the air. Wrea (...)

The crowd clapped enthusiastically as the veterans marched. The crowd ranged from the very young to the very old.  

As I turned to go I nearly bumped into this gentleman who had been standing behind me. He was very well dressed. He was the total opposite of the bums (...)

As I gazed around me, my eye caught motion over Rideau Street. One of the giant construction cranes was slowly moving. Security did not seem to be rea (...)

What is the story here? Let your imaginations fly. "For the rose, ho, the rose! is the eye of the flowers, is the blush of the meadows that feel them (...)