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In this last week a friend on Facebook……. wait, a friend on Facebook or a friend who is on Facebook?  Good question.  How many real friends do you have in a lifetime anyway?

Social media confuses me.  At first it seemed quite exciting catching up with people whom I had had no contact with since leaving school.  What were they doing now?  It appeals to our natural voyeuristic appetite, and yet it feels somehow detached, like you are doing nothing wrong, effectively spying on them (even though by putting their information up there for all to see if their choice).

It started by looking through the friends list of a new contact looking for other lost connections and then moves on to looking through photographs of them and their lives.

Have we always had this fascination?

A few years down the line and I find I have been questioning the validity of social media.  Of course from a business perspective it works like a dream, I can post and tag my images and all their friends can see them.  More work comes my way.  Perfection.

But this can only happen if the public as a whole use the site.  Numbers on Facebook are dropping in the western world now, but is this because the realisation has hit that time spend on these sites is a waste of time or are there other better sites available now?

I hope not.  Most of the crap on Facebook seems to be more and more like a cry for help than anything else.  The motivational and relationship status banners that are popping up all the time simply cannot be a healthy process.  At the end of it all, who cares?  I worry that many people who read these statuses are emotional vampires who get a kick out of the fact you are feeling low.  There are so many people that enjoy watching the misery of others, do they not have anything better to do?

I decided long ago to keep personal details as far away from social media as I could.  Most of your friends are really unknown, even if you did know them as a kid.

One of the other really big problems with social media is the faux bravery it nurtures.  In the safety of your living room, you can spout all the vile poison in your head (we all have some), and yet feel safe from physical reprisals.  You can say things to people that you just would not in a face to face encounter and feel safe that there is unlikely to be any consequences.  This is a very worrying development for me, but also because mostly people try to believe all they read, in fact I am convinced that people in general are happy to believe what they are told because it is too difficult, sometimes, to question it.  OK possibly not the case but…..

So going back to my friend, then from the beginning.  A professional photographer who has decided to turn his back on the social media revolution.  Wow, I thought to myself, that is brave (or stupid).  Where are his clients going to come from?  I thought.  How strange to think that, although it does seem like it at times, social media is not everything.  There is a life beyond it.  My friend (maybe I will start to believe that this is the case), made some other very valid points with regards to the devaluing of the photographic image too.  I don’t know though, maybe the digitising of photography has sealed its own coffin.  Maybe the image will now be consigned to the disposable and temporary scrap heap.  The next amazing image on Facebook is only a couple of status updates away, after all.

Except it is not, you find some of the good image based pages and you will find that many of the fantastic images being displayed are old, some very old.  You see with all of this technology, I think we have started to miss the point about photography.  Great off camera flash is wonderful for the wedding client or those portraits in the hay field, and it is such a skill (no doubting that), but they are still gimmicky. A great image is still a great image, even if it was taken 100 years ago.  Digital means we can (and do) take more photographs, but we have always known that quality is better than quantity any day.  So by taking more images what are we missing?

I think that perhaps we are missing the connection, that is what it is all about.  A real connection and not a cyber one.

This week I had been asked to put a few words together for a biography on our work Facebook page.  Actually not the easiest thing I have done if I am honest!  Harder still was the effort (and time) required to go through my back archive to find some images to include.  With ten years as a working professional, you inevitably gather a fair collection and even when you concede that half of that time was working with the more secret aspect of the military (and therefore have no imagery to show for it), I was surprised just how difficult this was.

Training the Iraqi border force

 

This was one of those situations that is surreal, I captured this shot before understanding what had happened.  At the time there had been a couple of shootings by Iraqi troops and this was taken on a training day.  This guy was keen to point his AK-47 at me for the photo and there is a magazine fitted, I never knew if he had live or blank ammunition in it.  I was lucky I guess.

I think at times it is good to look behind you, to see and consider what you have done in the past because the reality is the past is what has shaped who you are today.  I am a believer in the acceptance we are really only the sum of our experiences, they shape us, they mold our character and personality.

Mecca pilgrimage through Basrah International Airport

 

One of the things we like to try and do is get the story in one picture.  This was the Hajj pilgrimage, and the first time since the conflict that Basrah international airport had been open for the pilgrims.

As I have stated before, Buddhists believe that life is suffering, and we all endure hardships in life, some more than others granted but it is there.  The real test is how we come to deal with these tests, and in this case I mean the emotional response rather than the physical one.  How we look at a situation will inevitably affect how we deal with it, but any response will also involve a measured adjustment too.  What I mean by this can be illustrated by nature.  Two male lions fight to take control.  A fight ensues that could easily mean the death of one of them.  Both probably begin the fight with the same kind of emotional response and aggression, however pretty soon one will realise they are probably going to lose.  How do they respond?  Well they have a choice.  They can continue or flee, if they continue they could get lucky (if they are thinking rationally) and if they flee they may survive.  Is either response wrong?  Probably not but they are worlds apart.  You could even consider that the weaker one may have entered the fight without really expecting to win but understanding that to fight is expected.

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Sometimes it is simply about an aesthetic, during a military music show, this one soldier was lit by a spotlight as he shouted his commands, I just liked the shot for its controlled lighting, 

 

 

Comic relief hits the parade square

 

Life in the military has a reputation of being tough and much of the time it is, however humour is also so important.  The bi-annual ‘Red nose day” provides opportunity.

The longer you consider the situation you can start to see different motivations or responses.  These days as human beings we are not exposed to these kind of choices, but the reality remains.

Training the Iraqi border force

It’s all about the lighting and finding a way to tell a story.  This shot, taken at sunset is a simple story of water being dropped in the middle of a desert for an operation.  A tiny bit of flash was needed to bring out the boxes of water, otherwise they would just have been silhouettes.

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There are times when you are just in the right place at the right time.  This shot was taken as the sun set on New Years Eve 2007.  The Lynx was coming in to land fast and I had the time to capture this shot.

Anyway I kind of digressed there.  To have the opportunity to look at my past work was good and bad.  I remembered some of the experiences and cringed at some of the images.  Any creative process is simply that, a process.  I see images today vastly differently to what I did ten years ago.  But I do that because of the experiences I have been through.  My experiences are my own and each of us have had completely different ones.  I feel now that the past has improved me and I only hope that it continues to for many years to come because this is the future and it excites me that the best is yet to come…

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This is one of those shots that is technically dull but it is the details in observation that make it work.

Foot patrols around Basrah feel the heat.

 

This shot was taken on a routine patrol outside Basrah, looking for rocket rails.  This shot was just a part of a selection used for a bio slideshow of trooper Whittfield that can be seen here; http://vimeo.com/26632974 This shot did also end up used by the Guardian to illustrate a story they did on budgets in the MOD.  You can never control the use of your images I suppose.

Bring on that warm fuzzy feeling.

Basrah City stronghold, a center of operations.

I loved this shot for what it stood for rather than the breathtaking quality (ha ha), this was a common sentiment from the Iraqi troops, they were generally proud of their involvements.

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This shot does need some explaining.  This is a drill (not real), the injured soldier is made up to give soldiers the realistic chance of dealing with an horrific injury, one they may expect to come to deal with.  All I really remember now is the sickening smell of the fake blood, it smelled of overpowering make up.

Thank you for listening.

 

So then, why the title?  Having just read it back it seems a bit of a tangent and perhaps it is.  I was actually referring to this blog.  I have been struggling with how to follow my last entry.  What on earth do you follow an article on Belsen?  Then I looked further back.  This blog is personal, that is a fact, I am sharing my experiences and as an Army photographer I can deal with the full range of things.  The horror of Belsen one minute, to soldiers skiing the next.  They are not connected but as I experience them they are all important to me.  I want to approach each situation with professionalism.  I only hope this comes across.

Life is not all smiles, in fact if you believe Buddhists, life is suffering. I think we all have periods of our lives when we can relate to that.

We experience bad things, this is only natural, although who can say that they experience pain (physical or psychological). This week I decided to go back to a place I went to as a child and never really understood, Belsen, one of the Nazi concentration camps of WWII.

Now to put this in context, I used to live near to Belsen as a child growing up in a forces environment, but as a child you should not understand these things (sadly this is not the case for all children). Going back to the new museum (since I was a child), I was initially shocked by the museum, it felt cold, impersonal, forbidding. As I spent time in there, the more I understood it.

My wife’s Grandfather served in the Royal Engineers during the Second World War and was one of the first to enter Belsen. As a keen amateur photographer who had his own kit, he was requested to take some photographs of what he saw, such was the dis belief of what they did see, there must have been a real fear that the outside world would simply not believe it. Sadly he suffered the effects of what he witnessed for the rest of his life. Many of the photographs and negatives were destroyed on the advice of a psychiatrist in the 60’s or 70’s. A few did survive and were given to the Imperial War Museum together with the camera they were taken on.

On reflection as you see the exhibits, the photos, the artifacts later discovered, it becomes clear. How can you soften this place, no matter how uncomfortable you make the museum, it CAN never be as dreadful as it was for these inmates.

I will always remember the story told to me by my Grandfather in law, on entering the camp there was a young girl, sat near the abandoned gates, malnourished and to weak to even stand. By the time he walked past her again a couple of hours later, she was dead.

Part of the exhibition (that does not feel like the right way to describe it), the memorial, is a video exhibit filmed by the AFPU (Army Film & Photography Unit), the fore runners of our existing trade of RLC photographers. The video is harrowing to see, as it shows the reality that made me a little uneasy, watching the dead being dragged around in ceremoniously by a limb only to be dumped in huge ditches. I am realistic enough to understand that due to the sheer scale of the problem, it had to be dealt with so quickly as the stench of death must have been almost too much to bear.

Sadly it would be at least a little bit comforting to know that as a result of these atrocities, similar events would be avoided, but alas, this has been proven not to be the case.
Even more disturbing I think is the groups that deny that these events have been fabricated, they never happened. I don’t understand that even with the weight of evidence in still and video imagery, there can be any doubt, but it makes me wonder what motivates this denial, or the continued refusal to accept the worst in human behavior. Whist that continues, should we continue to accept these situations? How do we, as a species stop it?

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As I sit here getting ever closer to the end of my latest tour of duty, I contemplate the mind set of the British soldier.  This may or may not be one of the most dangerous places on the planet, probably not but it is still dangerous.  It makes me wonder exactly what bravery is.

Is it simply brave to just be here?  Is it brave to step outside the wire?  Is it brave to fly those flying chariots that are our primary mode of transport here?  Is it brave to don all of your PPE (Personal protective equipment)?  Is it brave to poke your head up over a wall in the middle of Helmand?

 

I am not sure.  These are the day to day experiences of some of the soldiers out here in Afghanistan.  Although you feel trepidation prior to any of the above, when you get there, you just go, do your business and the training takes over.  You are so busy looking, thinking, observing, watching, you don’t really have the time to be worried.  We don’t constantly worry about every step, or that it could be your last.

 

I certainly don’t feel brave when in the relative safety of Camp Bastion.  I don’t feel ‘brave’ when I go out on patrol, I don’t feel ‘brave’ when I fly in the Merlin or Chinook and I certainly don’t feel brave wrapped up in my PPE (only bloody heavy).

So what is brave?

I had the good fortune this week to photograph a soldier who had been lucky.  He had been shot by an insurgent, whilst on patrol in Helmand.  Luckily for him he was saved by his body armour, the round embedding into his back plate.

Armed with what remains of the round, we were tasked to get some photographs of Trooper Dan Griffiths for the UK press, I asked him how he felt.  He told me that he ‘worried’ now.  During the incident he was knocked down with such force that he truly believed he was seriously injured.  He admitted to screaming in pain, clambering for cover.  Only when checked over by his comrade was he then aware he had escaped injury and just how lucky he was.  Dan is now one of the few who knows what it feels like to be shot and I am sure it is not an experience he would like to repeat, yet he still has to endure, he still has patrols to go on, operations to take part in, be part of a team.

Simply put, in light of his experiences, in my eyes, Trooper Griffiths is brave.

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/campaigns/our_boys/4156468/Squaddie-shot-in-the-back-but-battles-on.html