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On a Broad Reach

On a Broad Reach

Mar 25, 2020

A day sailing on the Norfolk Broads

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TRUTH – GETTING THE RIGHT PERSPECTIVE

TRUTH – GETTING THE RIGHT PERSPECTIVE

Jan 29, 2020

The truth might disappoint.

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1/3 This is one of those photographs which is so e 1/3 This is one of those photographs which is so easy not to get. Yet to me, its initial importance was the possibility of connection - to document a moment without reducing the people within it to subjects of curiosity. I was cycling in Hoi An, Vietnam. I cycled past the wooden hut, where the gentleman lived. He waved to me, to bid me “good day.” I acknowledged him, but continued cycling. I couldn’t stop thinking about him - who is he? What is his story? I stopped and went back. He ushered me in out of the intense sunshine. My eyes took a while to adjust to the considerable darkness within. As if stage lighting dimly lights a scene, a woman, his wife, seated at a table, revealed herself. He then sat down next to her. They both looked at me. I didn’t know what to make of this situation. It’s amazing how quickly one can scan a room, but what sense can one possibly make of that…, and it’s foolish to make assumptions: an incongruous walnut wardrobe standing against the wall; a picture postcard of an American 50s beauty throwing a beach ball, propped up on a shelf. But it was the humble meal that deeply spoke to me: a bowl of rice, fish broth, the remains of a locust, and it was a meal shared. They were happy for me to photograph them. They seemed dignified, proud. They were not begging - even if they had been - I did give them some money. The absence of a common language other than gentle gestures, facial expressions and unfathomable depths of the pools of their eyes simply left me with unanswered questions. Back on my bike, my mind was working in parallel streams - my visit to Vietnam; and that encounter, which I wanted to make sense of. I tried to find the wooden hut on a subsequent visit, ten years later, but it was nowhere to be found. The now urbanised geography had changed everything, not in the sense of the tide having come in and leaving no traces of human activities on a beach when receding, to which there is some beauty. No, here, human endeavour had made an indelible statement. Continued in comments...
Andrew Wilkinson Photography : In that sheltered w Andrew Wilkinson Photography : In that sheltered world beneath the leaves, away from the broad view of trees and sky, time seems to slow, and the act of noticing becomes its own quiet form of wonder. A new world emerges, its own landscape of texture, colours and borrowed light. We overlook at our peril: the smallest worlds sustain the largest lives.
Andrew Wilkinson Photography : festival of food, b Andrew Wilkinson Photography : festival of food, birds in the berries, as this flurry of feathered flyers feast!
Andrew Wilkinson Photography : A Short Suffolk Wal Andrew Wilkinson Photography : A Short Suffolk Walk Restoring perspective, quieting restless thoughts, renewing wonder, deepening gratitude; a reminder that humanity belongs within nature, not apart.
Andrew Wilkinson Photography : What I like about t Andrew Wilkinson Photography : What I like about this photograph. The music itself is absent. The conductor’s face is partly obscured, and crucially, we never meet his eyes. The players’ eyes become especially significant because they direct our attention toward something withheld from us. We look where they look, but cannot fully possess what they see. Uncertainty is important. The photograph preserves that ambiguity rather than resolving it. The arc of the raised hands, the urgency of posture, the concentration in the musicians’ faces. Meaning shifts from explicit expression to implication. Barnaby Smith with The Academy of Ancient Music © Andrew Wilkinson Photography

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