Carnie

Wonder what it was about those carnie guys… from here, they look like boozing, womanising, low-life losers – the kind you’d cry your eyes out if your daughter ever took up with one. Back when I was fifteen, they were the next best thing to a rock star – and just as interested in me… Sigh… it will always be the dream…

freedom

It’s meant so many different things over the years, times, places and situations I was in. Different, but still the same…

The Lovers

Firstly, a disclaimer – I do not know these people. I don’t even know if they know each other, or just happened to be standing next to each other when I grabbed this shot. They were simply so beautiful, something so classical about them that inspired my own sense of romance. So heaven forbid they are both happily married to other people and I have cast aspersions on their character… not my intention at all…

But I take the artist’s prerogative to place them in context of my choosing, casting them as idealistic young lovers, bound together but willing to fight to the death for something they believe in. And why not?

I really like this photo – it’s one I am so pleased to have taken, that is, pleased that I am the one that took it…