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My work. The Adelaide Royal Show in September is the major agricultural show of the year in South Australia. The Merino and Poll Merino show and ram sale that follows the showing is the major event on the Merino sheep calendar. The world famous Collinsville stud had a very good sale, selling rams to the sale top price of $35,000 Australian. My job was to take the 'stand-up' shots of the significantly priced rams in the sale, including this big ram from Collinsville that sold for $17,000. The 18month old son of the stud manager just walked up to say hello to the ram after we had finished taking the shots we wanted while the ram just stood there virtually unheld. A quick click of the camera and I had this shot and another very much the same that made the front cover of the major rural weekly paper's report on the show from a livestock viewpoint.
Just one of those spontaneous lucky moments!
Hospital regulations say that the babies need to have their body temperatures at 37 degrees Celcius, so they spend some time under the warm lamp to heat up. In some countries, they have a better solution...let the baby lie on mommy or daddy's skin. I'm not so thrilled about having to watch while my child lies unheld for the time it takes to warm.
What binds us? What limits do we sub-come too? What binds us like the chains of slavery? I wanted to create a world of fantasy that included elements of captivity and restriction and present an idea of breaking though these limitations. My first set in this series has more or less a racial implication which deals with slavery as a means of bondage. However I will be adding more elements like love/relationships, addictions, money/greed, depression, and illnesses. Hope you enjoy these and are moved by them.
Eccentric Affection
There is something fundamentally wrong
and yet it remains right
through the eyes of one stranger
who chose to remain unknown
with his unheld touch
she feels his... [read the rest]
Story added two weeks after the shot: In a moment of acute discomfort with my place and state of being (apparently triggered about a week earlier (though with most foundations thorouthly built over longer time) by events that make a too long story to tell here), I sought refuge in the camera. Closest at hand was... ha ha, what a joke, and the firmest ground was my floor.
A while later I remembered a friend's description of her treatments of similar conditions, took it as advice and only with a small twist of it sought refuge by the ironing board and a bunch of shirts.
“All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him.” ~ Buddha
deep inside the bush, maybe some of my blood on it while i was trying to get the picture
My spirit to yours dear brother,
Do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand you,
I do not sound your name, but I understand you,
I specify you with joy O my comrade to salute you, and to salute
those who are with you, before and since, and those to come also,
That we all labor together transmitting the same charge and succession,
We few equals indifferent of lands, indifferent of times,
We, enclosers of all continents, all castes, allowers of all theologies,
Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men,
We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but reject not the
disputers nor any thing that is asserted,
We hear the bawling and din, we are reach'd at by divisions,
jealousies, recriminations on every side,
They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade,
Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up and
down till we make our ineffaceable mark upon time and the diverse eras,
Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and women of races,
ages to come, may prove brethren and lovers as we are.
~Walt Whitman