The walls of the famous, iconic High Country Craigs Hut which featured in the Australian movie classic “The Man from Snowy River” has seen and heard a lot from every day Australians to famous movies stars who graced the movie set in 1981.
It now stands as a landmark to setller history and has become one of Australia’s most photographed icons.
Never sure exactly what the artists was trying to achieve with this installation in Cardiff however looking up paid off to capture an image that I now use as a background on my smartphone.
Standing in one spot pays off, especially in front of an art installation in Hyde Park, Sydney which allowed me to capture images of people stopping and appreciating the work done by the exhibiting photographers and artists.
I’m forever amazed by the inspirational work done by so many photographers from all genres and I take my hat off to anyone who gets published or included in an exhibition.
We don’t print our photos any more, we don’t put them into photo albums to show family and friends nor do we have slide nights (thankfully). Now we press the digital shutter without thought or consequence, share one or two photos to our favourite social media platform and the continue on with life keeping all the photos that never made the cut.
Have you ever sat down and cleaned out or deleted the photos that are blurry, someone’s head or hand is in the frame. That’s what I did and discovered a gobsmacking number of photos stored on the phone with just over a 1000 remaining in the collection.
Putting some serious thought into what should be done with them all resulted in a idea which is to share the better photos here in a blog post called ‘The Friday Snap’. The requirement must be that they were taken using a smartphone and processed using snapseed or a similiar app.
I hope you enjoy what is to come.
The landscape changes almost every day with the seasons, the weather but this day was something special. The reflections on the still water from the clouds in the sky, the radiance from the sun trying to burst through stopped me in my tracks and appreciate what lay before me.
I did something that I’m not proud of and I still feel guilty about it.
I might have well worn a bright red shirt emblazoned in bold lettering across the front “Westerner” because as I stood out like a sore thumb. Everyone stared or looked at me longer than necessary. This was Davao city, home of the President of the Phillipines which had been labelled as one of the most dangerous cities due to the countries war on drugs however, what I found was entirely different to what the worlds media was reporting.
Everyone who I interacted with were the opposite to how they had been portrayed, they were normal people trying to make their way in life. Pay bills, put food on the table, keep a roof over their heads and make sure their kids get an education. Pretty much like the rest of us except for two old ladies that I tried to photograph.
They saw me, I saw them and I had already decided that I was going to take their photo but every time I brought the camera up to eye level, they both turned away from me so I couldn’t see their faces, but when the camera was lowered they had their hands out wanting money.
This went on for several minutes and what seemed the only way to capture an image was to surrender and give them money. So with 20 pesos in one hand and the camera in the other I managed to capture this shot and I tried to photograph the other woman but she wasn’t having anything to do with it and continued to turn away from the camera when pointed in her direction.
The 20 Pesos quickly vanished into thin air and again they both asked for money however neither were going to allow me to take another photo. Turning to walk away I noticed that I had been watched by a woman, who was well dressed and had a look of scorn on her face. In any language I knew, in her books what I had done was wrong and I shouldn’t have handed over any money nor should I have taken their photo. She didn’t say anything as I passed but the feeling of her stare drilling holes in my back as I walked away is not something that is easy to forget.
To this day, I’m not sure why but there is lingering guilt over paying the 20 pesos, this might be due to the scorn from the local woman or something else. I don’t think I’ll ever know.
What do you think, Is my guilt about paying money justified?
It’s been awhile between blog posts due to travelling for work and for personal reasons and it has felt good to put the camera down, to not stress about taking photos or the feel the pressure of writing blog posts.
So its time to get back into the swing of things, there are some blog posts in the works which just require a little motivation to be completed but what better way to start with a photo challenge curated by Frank at Dutch Goes the Photo. He does an amazing job with collating the weeks submissions and coming up with next weeks theme. So I take my hat off to Frank for doing a fantastic job. If your not involved, jump over and join in. It keeps your photography and blogging skills honed.
Follow the Trail of the Rainbow Serpent
Trails never followed will only result in wonder, wonder what was down there, wonder why we never……….and wonder what could have been.