Ouch! Even though it’s crass we all agree with this line. But then, what is it that makes one a great photographer? Come, let’s learn it from a veteran wedding photographer Adrian McDonald who happened to capture a few pictures of children playing around his house.
Like any other day, Adrian was taking photos of nature in his courtyard when he heard chuckles coming from his neighbourhood. Captivated by the gleeful laughter, he went on to discover a couple of kids swinging, and playing with their toys. And there he got it — the most outstanding pictures he had ever captured in his life.
Adrian’s photos were not only loved across the globe but were also put up by the popular news blog, the Huffington Post. When asked about does he hope for before taking capturing an image, he said, “I hope the image warms the heart of those who see it.” Isn’t it amazing?
Take a look at these caught in the moment snaps showing innocent little kids enjoying the time of their childhood which cannot be missed as Adrian has already captured it: Jamaican Photographer Who Captured Childhood In Just A Few Clicks
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
~ Emily Dickinson
I was sleepless last night. I woke up at 4 in the morning and stood at my window. I wanted to go down alone and roam around but I didn’t have the guts. I continued staring at the empty streets searching for human. After a while I saw a woman walking down the street and said to myself, ‘Wow! So gutsy.’ Then I wondered if she is a sex-worker and corrected myself- Even if she is WHO AM I TO JUDGE? IT’S HER WILL. IT’S HER CHOICE. I left the window with lots of respect for her and put myself to sleep.
I woke up at 9 and and to my surprise found #VogueEmpower video supporting my thoughts; something I was really waiting for. My hearty thanks to everyone who contributed to the making of this campaign and specially thanks to Kersi Khambatta for penning down the beautiful lines.
Transcript of the film:
My body, my mind, my choice
To wear the clothes I like; even if my spirit roams naked
My choice; to be a size 0 or a size 15
They don’t have a size for my spirit, and never will
To use cotton and silk to trap my soul is to believe that you can halt the expansion of the universe
Or capture sunlight in the palm of your hand
Your mind is caged, let it free
My body is not
Let it be
To marry, or not to marry
To have sex before marriage, to have sex out of marriage, or to not have sex
To love temporarily, or to lust forever
To love a man, or a woman, or both
Remember; you are my choice, I’m not your privilege
The bindi on my forehead, the ring on my finger, adding your surname to mine, they’re all ornaments and can be replaced
My love for you cannot, so treasure that
My choice; to come home when I want
Don’t be upset if I come home at 4am
Don’t be fooled if I come home at 6pm,
My choice; to have your baby or not
To pick you from 7 billion choices or not
So don’t get cocky
My pleasure might be your pain
My songs, your noise
My order, your anarchy
Your sins, my virtues
My choices are like my fingerprints
They make me unique
I am the tree of the forest
I am the snowflake not the snowfall
You are the snowflake
Get out of the shit storm
I choose to empathise
Or to be indifferent
I choose to be different
I am the universe
Infinite in every direction
This is my choice.
P.S. Those who think this video is against our culture or anything else- Empathize. Your mind is caged, let it free.