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On a Broad Reach

On a Broad Reach

by Tara Delaney | Mar 25, 2020 | LIFESTYLE, PERSONAL PROJECTS, PHOTOGRAPHY

A day sailing on the Norfolk Broads

TRUTH – GETTING THE RIGHT PERSPECTIVE

TRUTH – GETTING THE RIGHT PERSPECTIVE

by Tara Delaney | Jan 29, 2020 | LIFESTYLE, PERSONAL PROJECTS, PHOTOGRAPHY

The truth might disappoint.

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On a Broad Reach

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A day sailing on the Norfolk Broads

TRUTH – GETTING THE RIGHT PERSPECTIVE

TRUTH – GETTING THE RIGHT PERSPECTIVE

The truth might disappoint.

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Stepping through the world, both near and far, one Stepping through the world, both near and far, one frame at a time for me to keep. If this is what I have seen, I can only wonder at all that I have missed. How fortunate I am to have noticed even some of it. Checkout the individual images on Instagram @andrew_wilkinson_photography and at https://andrewwilkinsonphotography.com
Sometimes it rains in Hanoi: I also love those day Sometimes it rains in Hanoi: I also love those days…
Stepping through the world, both near and far, one Stepping through the world, both near and far, one frame at a time for me to keep. If this is what I have seen, I can only wonder at all that I have missed. How fortunate I am to have noticed even some of it. Checkout the individual images on Instagram @andrew_wilkinson_photography
Andrew Wilkinson Photography : Just a thought - be Andrew Wilkinson Photography : Just a thought - be already placed on the right side of your fears. I was inspired to think about this from a post by stage 4 melanoma cancer fighter @shanie.lim, whose beliefs align with Job 13:15 https://www.instagram.com/reel/DQ1yQDckqeP/?igsh=MWhvMDFxY2RzeTF0cA==
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...

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