About Me

A professional photographer, currently travelling the world. Just not getting very far.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Respect where respect is due.

























Here's to memories, both good and bad.
To remembering family members who served. 
Who saw combat, and those who didn't.
To those who just did their job and were recognised for it.
Those that just got on and did their job, and came home scarred - emotionally, physically, mentally.  
To those that found their god, and those that lost their religion.

Here's to those with photos of family, and the photos that have been passed down through the generations. 
The photos of the great father, and the great-grandfather.

Thank you to the subjects, whose relatives left to fight the enemy, and thank you to the ex-servicemen who returned, bringing their own battle with them and are still fighting on a daily basis.



They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we shall remember them.

Lest we forget.

                                                                                                                                                  


In explanation - I was given the assignment of capturing 'tribute' images for the range of Sydney community papers for each of their ANZAC week editions. They were all shot on location, so while the background and environment changed, I had to maintain a reasonably consistent lighting style for the artists to work with.  They included family members, veterans from decades ago and more recently - WW1, WW2, Vietnam, Afghanistan East Timor, Korea - from both sides of the Tasman.

I'll drop a lighting diagram up in the next few days.


Sunday, June 1, 2014

Telling a story - or at least, the first chapter...

If a picture may be worth a thousand words, a series of images can sometimes tell a complete story. Photojournalism is the art of that story telling, and if they're successful, the story teller should be able to provide images that appeal to the viewer's emotions.

At time the photographer has to maintain an emotional distance - sometimes this is for their own well being, while an emotional investment is required on other occasions.

The following essay covers the later stages of pregnancy of a first time mother, Felicity, and the subsequent birth at a Sydney hospital.  Diagnosed with gestational diabetes, she ended up being called into the hospital during her 38th week of pregnancy in order to induce the baby.


 
Waiting for one of the many appointments.

The 34 week ultrasound.


Felicity takes to the stairs after having the syntocinon induction treatment.


While waiting for the doctor, the midwife describes the next stage of the induction process.

The midwife and doctor describe the next stage - the Foley's catheter.

The Foley's catheter is applied.


A midwifery student applies monitoring equipment.


In early stages of labour, and in discomfort, Felicity tries to rest in the Birthing Suite.


The midwife monitors Felicity's vital signs as the discomfort increases.


After the application of another epidural for pain relief, Felicity still waits for it to take effect.


 Hours later, and three epidural injections later, Felicity tries to breathe through the increasing pain of the contractions.
Felicity is wheeled into theatre when the baby's pulse was deemed to be concerning and the decision to deliver the baby by Caesarean section was made.


Felicity breathes nitrous oxide as a fourth epidural is applied.


Felicity signs a form before a final attempt at a vaginal birth was attempted.  


After a successful delivery, the infant is placed on Felcity for skin-to-skin contact while the surgical site is closed.

The baby is weighed, with a forceps mark from the vaginal delivery attempt visible on his face.

The baby lies under heat lamps while being checked by medical staff.


Felicity feeds the baby colostrum, expressed in the weeks prior to the birth.


The baby was required to spend time in the Neo-Natal Care Ward, as the staff monitored several health issues.


Felicity attempts to breastfeed in the Neo-Natal Care Ward.


Felicity holds her baby after he is released from the Neo-Natal Care Ward.

The birth wasn't without its share of obstacles. Instead of a vaginal delivery, using calm birthing techniques, Felicity was induced almost two weeks earlier than her full term.  Gestational diabetes can cause a number of complications including placenta failure if left undiagnosed and unmanaged, and the pregnancy left to full 40 weeks.  

Earlier I said that there are some stories where the photojournalist can remain detached, and some where they should invest themselves.  

I was truly privileged to be able to photograph this birth.  Not only because the labour can be demanding, stressful and pain-wracked.  When Felicity gave me permission to bring my camera along on her journey, it was with a resigned sigh and a patient smile.  
Felicity is my wife, and the new arrival, my son. 
If we had been working to the original birth plan, I would have been The Support Person - fetching, soothing, massaging.  But instead the decision to medically induce the labour was made, and while I was more than happy to hand over the reins to the exceptional team hospital team, it did leave me at a loose end.
If you called taking photos of the day hiding behind a security blanket, you probably wouldn't be too far off the truth.  Seeing the levels of pain my wife endured, and more so not being able to do anything about it, was exceptionally hard.  During the labour, when the epidurals had failed to take effect, Fliss was reliant on her own strength and determination to persevere.  Standing in the birthing room, unable to contribute anything other than the fetching of water or changing the soundtrack, Felicity let me retreat behind my camera, and for that I am grateful.







Friday, November 29, 2013

ANZAC Day


The stuffed rodent in the centre is Finnegan - the ship's mascot for the HMNZS Endeavour.  Amid the 20,000 people that attended the Dawn Service in Sydney's Martin Place on April 25, 2013, there was thankfully a scattering of New Zealanders, including these sailors.  Why thankfully?  In the few years I've been in Australia, and attended ANZAC Day services, it's exceptionally rare to have NZ acknowledged, in any form other than the singing of our (NZ) national anthem.  For the unaware, ANZAC stands for the Australia and New Zealand Army Corps - a body of soldiers that travelled half way round the world to fight for the liberation of Europe, amongst numerous other places.  And for the record - twice.  So, if you don't recognise the contribution that NZ made on ANZAC Day, you could always start calling AAC Day - but you'd sound silly, and it'd be awkward.  On the topic of national anthems - I'm always proud when they play ours twice (and obviously, by 'ours' I mean the NZ anthem) - so it can be sung once in Maori (the NZ indigenous culture) and once in English - ticking two of the three official languages of NZ boxes.  The third is sign language, and it'd be awesome to be able to sign along - it's got to be better than my non-existent ability to carry a tune.  And people nearby would probably appreciate it as well.  I asked why, when  they do have an indigneous culture in Australia, they don't sing the anthem in the indigenous language.  Apparently, because they have so many dialects that it would be too difficult.  I think if you're singing in NSW, then why not a verse in Koori?  In other parts of Australia, why not in Murri, Nunga or Wangai - paying tribute to the local people?  Anyway - just a thought...

So I know that ANZAC Day was a few (*coughsevencough*) months ago.
It turns out that I started this entry and didn't get round to completing it - so here are a few photos from the Dawn Service at Martin Place.









"Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
In the going down of the sun, and in the morning,
we will remember them"

Lest We Forget.