Most of my photographs from the recent Mashramani parade for Georgetown were of one particular style, but somewhere in the middle of all the fast flying shots that I took I managed to capture one that was quite different from the wide shots of the floats or the half-body close-ups of the revellers
I don’t know if it’s the photography book I have been going through, but for some reason this image stands out from the plethora of photographs that I took on Mash Day.
The book is “Through the Lens – National Geographic Greatest Photographs”, and it contains some truly amazing photographs. I am certainly not claiming that any of mine can class with anything from National Geographic, far from it, but the “feeling” that I got from this one was different from the rest, and I think that it is a better photo for that.
You have to see it large, please click on the image to see it in the Gallery.
For me, this shows a woman lost in the moment; it’s just her, the music, the rhythm, the motion… alone in a crowd, part of the band bu apart from the band all at once. This is “the moment” for Mashramani 2013. I hope you like it.
It only seems like a few moons ago that my daughter was born, yet she’s now nine years old.
For a little while, on the Sunday before school re-opened, I let all else be lost, all worldly matters be forgotten, as I sat among the rocks on the seawall, with family, a snack or two, some drinks and the cool breeze brought by the incoming tide. I just sat, camera in hand and as my daughter and her cousin played in the water, enjoyed the little slice of time that stood still…
I don’t often do photos of “people”, but I think this year I’ve uploaded more “portrait type shots for the Deck Project than before 🙂
Being in Jamaica for at least two weeks, I figured I’d have some scenic photo to use for the Deck Project, but I just could not resist this one of my daughter, Miriam. She’d had her hair done in Kingston, plaited in the local style and with beads on the end 🙂
I was trying to get a nice photo of her, but she kept giving me that fake smile she has for cameras, my sister Joan told me to wait and she waded up to Miriam and began ticking her foot, and I got a genuine smile 🙂
Compared to the previous weeks in this year, this week has been generous in terms of photographs, well, I won’t count the week with Mashramani, as that day alone resulted in a plethora of images.
I haven’t processed half the images from this week as yet, but I already have a favourite, not the best of the week, but a favourite none-the-less.
Last Sunday was Phagwah (or Holi) in Guyana and several other countries where the Hindu religious is popular, my knowledge of the Hindu religion is that good, but from what I remember of it from “school-days”, it’s a day of “equality”, when castes have no meaning, when race is not an issue, when everyone looks the same at the end of the day, not only in God’s eyes gut to our own. When everyone is covered in the colourful powders of Phagwah day, they all look the same.
I really wanted to get into the “Khendra” but I doubt that my camera would survive that one, so I settled for some images of my daughter and her cousin playing Phagwah up in Good Hope village on the East Coast of Demerara. 🙂