Category Archives: My Photography
I have developed quite a taste for photography since I’ve been here. It started with the digital camera that my parents bought for me before I flew out. My father takes the buying of technology very seriously and spent considerable time reviewing and looking up info for each of the compact cameras that were available at the time. The one that he and I finally settled on was the little Sony (in silver not pink, though I was very tempted).
So most of the photos I will be posting were taken with this small but very effective (in my opinion) Sony Cybershot. I sometimes use my husband’s fancy changable-lens Pentax, but sadly it’s out of commission at the moment after being dropped onto the tile floor by the beasts.
I’d love to be all fancy, like the more professional photographers, and tell you what settings and lenses I used for each photo but in all truth I usually can’t remember.
I’ll gradually be posting a selection of my favorite photos from the last couple of years. It’s a good opportunity to sort out and re-arrange all the jumbled up photo folders on my computer for one thing. Hopefully each photo will have a story, but I may post some (ones that I am particularly proud of) on their own and let the image speak for itself.
So to start with let me show you some photos I took of what is, probably, one of the most iconic tourist attractions on the globe:
Cristo Redentor or Christ the Redeemer.
A hole, so deep
A dark, so midnight black
A soul, lost, forgotten…alone
Alone, alone, alone
A hole to hide in
A dark compassion
A soul afraid to leave
the comfort found within
A hole to fly from
A dark place lighted
A soul, brave, bathed in new light
stretches tired wings
A moment’s hindsight
for the blind safety left behind
Not safe…not alone
Me 22.10.08 (before I became the gringa)
This poem was written during a very difficult time in my life. When I wrote it I was just beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel, the end to a period of unrest and confusion. I had carved out a new life for myself, a new identity in many ways. I was so hopeful for the future, but also, still feeling somewhat mentally scarred from the past.