The refraction on this just catches the eye
And this is like a little window.
And a heart shaped frame…
I saw this article in the Times today. It’s a remarkable photo and a remarkable poem. Carol Ann Duffy was asked to select a photograph from The Barbican’s War show of photos by Robert Capa, and write a poem to capture the ‘capture’.
I love the way the poem interprets the photo in paradox. It counterpoints the face value interpretation(s) that one might reach with the harsh reality that this is a man captured at his moment of death.
I like the way that it disses the youth culture of today, a culture that is not encouraged to stop and reflect, merely to observe, glance, half consider, dismiss.
I was rather taken by this excellent portrait which is shortlisted for the above prize. It’s by Hendrik Kerstens and it’s of his daughter, Paula. I think it’s beautiful in that it looks like an old Dutch master but with a disposable carrier bag in place of a starched white hat.
And I think it should win.
Here’s the other three shortlisted Portraits
Lottie Davis’ Quints
Catherine Balet’s Ines Connected with Amina
And, Tom Stoddart’s Rupert Murdoch which has a strange but beautiful sadness about it.
I like this shot I took of a tree yesterday on the 5th hole of my golf course.
Although Tom wasn’t so sure, because I was playing golf with him at the time and he had a 60 foot putt for par…
But he made it, so whatever…
I posted it on my Flickr site.
My mate Doug saw it, downloaded it, and improved it massively in Photoshop, but I couldn’t save his version on my computer as I don’t have Photoshop.
So, I had a bash at improving it on the proprietary Canon stuff.
It worked. And goes to show how you can turn nicely composed (if I say it myself) photos into nicely executed ones.
But wait till you see Doug’s version.