20 August 2009

A Time for Everything

As fall approaches I am aware of the season's change. About a week and a half ago, walking along the water's edge; I spent a few moments reflecting what's been on my mind as well as the things coming. My toes sunk underneath the sand and the ocean waves seemed reassuring. I couldn't help but smile. What I thought about, what I prayed about was peaceful, exciting, thrilling and perfect.

I have spent some time reviewing the places on my heart to visit by way of humanitarian aid this year. While there are places all over the world I want to visit, to see, to study or to photograph, there are some that I just want to go with the intention of bring a sense of life and social justice.

There is definitely a change in the air coming, and I welcome it. The rest of the week was peaceful and I was grateful for the rest and comfort of the waves day and night for a week.

19 August 2009

Sontag Book Review: A Violent Eye

"...there is something predatory in the act of taking a picture. To photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never see themselves, by having knowledge of them, they can never have; it turns people into objects that can be symbolically possessed. Just as the camera is a sublimination of the gun, to photograph someone is a subliminated murder." (Susan Sontag, 1977)

Sontag was known as a literary theorist, a writer and activist who visited Hanoi during the Viet Nam war. Some years later, she wrote on her philosophy of photography and I can imagine her time in Hanoi was of influence on her ideas. I've spent the last few weeks diving into her book, On Photography. To the say the least, her outlook on the mind of a photographer or perhaps humanity in general seems rather dark.

To further discuss the quote above, Sontag was one who introduced this concept of violent picture taking. But interestingly enough I would have to agree to the extent the photographing a human being is to see something, artistically, that they may not see. Each photographer has an eye for something different...and their view on the world is typically from the outside-in. By snapping a picture it's as if they are seeking a way in, searching for a perspective in the shot that no one else may have, and certainly not their subject. It is perhaps their way of searching for an understanding of the world around them.

From reading the same passage, a blogger and Afghanistan aid worker, Harry Rud, once wrote- "To get someone in range and shoot them could be said of using a gun or a camera. There is a violence about taking a photo."

Murder, shooting a gun destroys the person's life. On the other hand, shooting a camera, leaves them to live. Yet, does it not, capture their life, even just for a moment? When I take the picture, am I not, as I explained above, looking to see something they cannot, and will essentially catch them off gaurd only to be seen in the photo? It is a battle of wondering how intrusive the act of photographing really becomes. Even for those subjects who pose, are they not hoping that they will be seen better than how they see themselves? Is it not a hope that the photographer will take from them the very thing they desire, a side of life, in themeselves they do not see but hope for? Perhaps the photographer can take it and make it so.

There is a second idea that may follow Sontag's thoughts. Being a photo-journalist or something of the sort- requires a mind-set of strict observation. In a dangerous situation, in one of distress, the photographer must choose between capturing the hanus action or helping the victim of it. In most cases, in almost all, the photographer will choose to take the picture and the victim is left helpless. To show the world the reality of what is...means, at times, that one must forget for just a moment...justice. Or so it seems.

Can the two go together? Sontag doesn't seem to think so. Bringing awareness is simply that. On one hand, justice is telling the story through the pictures, on the other, it is an observation and the photographer must be outside of it, not feel the emotions as deeply so that they can capture the distress & leave others to fill that void...to aid.

While it is a rather confusing catch-22, I believe, simply put, I don't think it's black and white, somehow, there must be room for both. I believe that the photographer can be the aid worker. It is my personal goal to give others voice, a face, that they may not have otherwise. But it is also my goal to feed their need, to push them forward to a better life. How to do so will depend on the circumstance, nevertheless, I don't know that it has to be a choice b/t one or the other.

18 August 2009

Project Homeless: Worn

The other day, while walking toward Abba Dabbas (a shoe store in Little 5 Points, Atlanta); I met Linda. She was sitting several feet away from the Vortex restaurant panhandling. Most people simply ignored her and walked on by. But she looked sad and worn out, so I stopped and asked her if she was alright.

With her wispy white hair and her hand on her on a wrinkled forehead, she sighed and told me she came to the area, typically, 6 days a week. She took a bus from the west end and tried to earn a little extra cash on the streets. Linda stated that she did receive a check from the government, but after paying for a room and a bus ticket, it really left her w/ very little, if nothing for food or other survival supplies. She told me that due to a number of physical ailments, including her feet, her brain and bouts of illness, she could no longer work. Linda didn't want to stay in Little 5 too long, she admitted she didn't feel safe and would be on her way to the bus stop soon. Her boyfriend apparently had lost his job- and she claimed due to racial discrepancies against him (apparently he was a black man). She hoped that a man she had met earlier in the day would be able to help her boyfriend find a job. And she was very sad that she had not raised enough money to give him the kind of birthday she'd hoped. Nevertheless; she told me, she was trying to remember that she was blessed and that she was grateful I'd stopped to chat with her.

I tried to encourage her-I told Linda that He sees her struggles and to keep her head up. I offered her a sandwich (it's all I had on me), for which she gladly accepted.

I did not get her picture that day. Perhaps I forgot. Perhaps, on that particular day, I just didn't feel the desire to ask. But I won't forget her, that's for sure. I pray she won't feel so restless and that she'll find some peace of mind.

17 August 2009

Documenting the World, Wk 35-37

It's been a bit since I've been here. Then end of the summer has proven to be busy and thoughtful. Now that we approach fall and all it's warm goodness~ I'll be back in the game. Here are a few pictures in lieu of the last few weeks...documenting the world. Enjoy.



04 August 2009

Shoot & Dance

August has proven to be the start of a very busy season. As I have been slightly absent from the blog- here is a quick update:

This past weekend, I spent four days shooting (along w/ a few other photographers) for Incarnation, from Dance 101, a production that included dance, video and an underlining story. The entire event was produced by Charles "Bubba" Carr who serves as the Artistic Director for the studio. The local Atlanta paper, Creative Loafing even mentioned the performances. And I have to say, they were beautiful. The costuming, the music, the choreography, and the video were profoundly intertwined. The dancers themselves, also did very well.

I continue to efforts into a short-film documentary series. The editing for the first webisode is going well, and I look forward to a finished product before the end of the month. Of course, I will finish, only to start another.

While my coming website is severely under construction, it is coming.

For now, dear readers, here are a few more pix from Incarnation:

30 July 2009

Documenting the World, wk 34, Incarnation 09

My current photo shoot, last night was the first rehearsal I went to. I was thoroghly impressed w/ the beautiful expression that all the dancers displayed. I look forward to the upcoming performances this weekend. "Incarnation, a Dance 101 Production, 2009"

27 July 2009

A Story Thick in the Air

walking across the bridge to my car that morning, i couldn't help but notice how quiet the city was. it was Sunday morning and i had just gotten off of work. i was tired and my mind was filled with nothing. the silence of the city was comforting. the sky scrapers were dark, there would be no one to turn on the lights that day. and with no more than a distant train the background, it seemed as if everything had come to a complete stop. the air was thick and warm. had it not been for the wisps of hair grazing my face, i would not have noticed the slight breeze.

i slipped into my little honda and manually rolled down the window- letting the morning air and warmth sneak in. the radio was off, the sun wasn't too bright- it was the perfect condition for my ride home. as i drove down the road, i saw a man running here, a biker pushing strong there, and a group of women waiting at the bus stop across from the union mission. i wonder, what was their story? who were they? would they rest too that day?


each one of them has a story...so do all. and everyone wants an avenue to tell it.....everyone needs a prayer, a cheerleader, and a friend. it was these things that entered my empty mind that morning. the smooth ride home began only with a goal to sleep, but it ended with thoughts and prayers for those who need to know that -that day could be the first day of the rest of their life...for change is possible.

26 July 2009

meant to be

and so this is why we stand
whenever we fall
that we may become
all that
yes that
which we're meant
meant to be

and so now sing
stand, rise
c'mon now -today
is the day
a day for you
to what
you're meant to be

what you believe
just isn't so
it's so much
very different
than all
all you've known isn't
what you're meant to be

mistakes you make
can turn all
all the way around
just stand
and find that this
what you're meant
yeah...meant to be ...

change it up
this is
you and me
it's all that we
are supposed to be
standing here
as we. are. meant. to. be

25 July 2009

Documenting the World, Wk 33, Lighthouse

This lighthouse sits on Sullivan's Island in South Carolina. It's somewhat awe inspiring, even during the day and when the tide is far from it. But lighthouses in general, I think are a fascinating representation of the One Thing we all need.

19 July 2009

War-No More Trouble

Playing for Change continues to fill the world with music for peace. And I just love this.