Donovan Frankenreiter came and played a gig at the Solbar in Maroochydore in March and I was able to get along and take some photos. I really like the colour of Donovan’s jeans and the slightly awkward angle of his legs in this shot. There are many more photos that include his face and guitar, but for now, it’s just these here red hot legs. Enjoy.
From the hairs on
to the curve of my breast.
From the heights
to the depths
drunkenness and stupor
neediness and lack of glamour
I know myself.
Copyright Ketakii Jewson-Brown 2013
my colouring book of life
I have started
some of the more vibrant hues
and am no longer
to colour outside of the lines.
I love it.
it gives me a thrill.
Tickles my fancy so to speak.
It helps that I
care less and less what others think of me.
In my cloak of patch-worked rainbows
Growth and learning
I happily stand out from the crowd
Dancing to a tune only I can hear.
The photographer is an armed version of the solitary walker, reconnoitring, stalking, cruising the urban inferno, the voyeuristic stroller who discovers the city as a landscape of voluptuous extremes” – Susan Sontag, On Photography
The Delight Of Seeing is a fantastic photographic blog with posts of everything and anything photographic. Amazing source of information and more importantly, inspiration.
The camera is an instrument that teaches people to see without a camera” – Dorothea Lange
Who also is quoted saying:
For me documentary photography is less a matter of subject and more a matter of approach. The important thing is not what’s photographed, but how….. My own approach is based upon three considerations. First – hands off! Whatever I photograph I do not molest or tamper with or arrange. Second – a sense of place. Whatever I photograph I try to picture as part of its surroundings, as having roots. Third – a sense of time. Whatever I photograph I try to show as having its position in the past or in the present. But beyond these three things, the only thing I keep in mind is that – well, there it is, that quotation, pinned up on my darkroom door:
The contemplation of things as they are
without error or confusion
without substitution or imposture
is in itself a nobler thing than a whole harvest of invention”
– Francis Bacon
Magnum Photo Essays– Beautiful and dramatic photographic narratives.David Birkin – Hold – One of many of his stirring photographic essays.
Don’t you get that I don’t want to wait for you
That you have your own inner compass and do not need me to direct you
And no longer will I
Draw maps, give directions – detailed or not
Point you towards due north
I have stepped over the line and into my power
These boots they roar
These boots they wait for no one
I get it now
Like I never have before
That my helping you isn’t helping you
That I cannot
No matter how large and true my intention
I cannot do for you that which you must do for yourself
You too have boots that roar
You need only find the ones that fit
Step over your line
Into your boots
Not waiting, roaring.
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