Tuesday, January 15, 2008
How much do I love thee?
With the arrival of the new camera, summer has been wonderful. The summer of seeing more Vietnamese friends than I did in years, of questioning where I stand, and how I see myself. I revel in the company of these wonderful friends.
Photos are wonderful. They communicate in a language which if you care enough to delve into, opens up a world of beauty, possibilities, and wonderment. I love the way light falls on things, the subtleties of which I think are best captured in black and white photos.
Everyone is different, a jigsaw puzzle made of millions of intricate pieces, fragments of the past, thoughts of the present, and hopes for the future. I'm constantly changing, sometimes consciously, trying to emulate the amazing ppl I've met, but most of the time subconsciously.
Vietnam, how much do I love thee- land of torrential rain and rivers and their alluvial riches? For the first time in my life I'm grasping the full extent of the the Vietnam war, the atrocities, the brutality and pain of someone losing a loved one, vicariously experienced through the lens of Philip Jones Griffiths. I'm forever haunted by 'Mother and Child', taken in My Lai just moments before they were killed. It was the face of the mother that particularly got me. (the photo in the book Vietnam Inc. looks way better than the one above) Surprisingly serene in the face of what lied ahead, to me it beautifully emphasizes the fragility of life, and the fact that, resilient as one may be, fate ultimately gains the upper hand.