Love your children . . .
● My two sons
I recently wrote on the Children of Palestine, my heroes, who, for more than 60 years, have been butchered, brutalised and imprisoned — silent witnesses to Israel’s cruel and brutal occupation of their home.
This week the UK Foreign Office released its new and shocking report on “Children in Military Custody” . . . which details Israel’s routine abuse and unconscionable practices in their treatment of Palestinian children and I have posted a selection of related reports, commentaries and references on my Wall at Google-Plus, here:
● My Heroes (4)
The Children of Palestine who, for more than 60 years, have been butchered, brutalised and imprisoned; dispossessed, their lands stolen and homes destroyed. And yet, despite these injustices, they remain undefeated — silent witnesses to Israel’s war on humanity.
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UK Foreign Office report
details Israel’s routine abuse
and unconscionable practices
“Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves,
and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever
explaining things to them.” ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
In earlier posts I’ve spoken about those precious moments in my life as a hitchhiker when people invite me into their homes and open their lives to me, even trusting me to photograph their children — a blessèd task made easier if the child accepts me in their world. This is Master D with little brother climbing on the camera . . . they adopted me.
“A cynic knows the price of everything and the value of nothing”
~ Oscar Wilde ~
This business model works well, except with wealthy people, many of whom, unless charged an exorbitant amount of money for my images, regard them as having no value.
Not so with the poor — the grateful mother of this young man, for instance, overheard explaining my concept to sceptical friends: “It’s simple; Patrick comes to stay, we look after him for a few days, and after he’s gone we’re left with all these precious photos.”
Precious moments, priceless memories . . .
Copyright 2012 © Gelfling
“The moral ambiguities of undercover work are revealed to be positively Byzantine — but the most terrible moment goes to Patrick O’Brien. He talked about the day at a beach when he didn’t go to the assistance of some distraught parents who were attempting to revive their drowned daughter. Trying to save her might have blown his cover.”
That evening I wrote a short poem, some blank verse. It was thirty-seven years ago this month, and, while the paper it was written on has long been lost, the words and memory will remain with me forever . . .
. A drowning child interrupted proceedings at the beach today
A crowd of nosey kids and gawking adults gathered to watch her die
Afterwards, we got on with our sunbathing
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My ratio of male to female drivers is around 50/50 and, while not surprising, it’s worth noting that, as I grow older, so does the age of my female drivers. These days a lot of grandmothers stop.
Grandmothers make for both the best and worst of clients, in the sense that, while always keen to have portraits of their grandchildren, they often want to run the shoot. Many professionals ban mothers and grandmothers from their sets for this very reason.
I try and fit them in . . .
As a hitchhiker, I am frequently blessed when people take me into their homes and open their lives to me. In a fresh take on singing-for-one’s-supper, I will often exchange my camera skills for food, water and a place to pitch the tent. In this shot, the daughter of my hosts wanted a photograph about herself for use on social media . . .
… “The souls of your children dwell in the house of tomorrow,
……which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams . . .
…….for life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.”
~ Kahlil Gibran ~