Thanks Kel for organising the World Press photography Expo rendezvous! Despite rain and pouring conditions and the constant five day down pour that Sydney seems to be engulfed in we braved it alright. Today was the last day of the exhibition. A bit crowded to start with but still very good. Really glad we went. There were some very graphic images of our happening and evolving world. Some of which we might not even know about. As I went through from one photo to the other it kept reminding me how lucky we all are to be living in the world of plenty and peace and choice. Probably two thrids of our human population doesn’t get to make the choices we do, nor the luxury we have or command. There is much bloodshed and disagreement. Where are the ideas and beliefs and convictions of sharing caring and love.
I do realised I have been talking off at a tangent but the reason I do is: going through the exhibition it reminded me of a few things… It stirred up emotions and ideas of how short-sighted we as human race can be. We are killing and traumatically torturing each other for more of land, more of power, or money or both! I take my hats of to these brave valiant photographers who risk their lives to take photos in uncharted territories walking the path few have, and for some — sadly, never to return. The sheer tales of horror, devastation, terrorism, sexual assault, forced labour, drug run, political injustice… would run a shiver down your spine too if you were to witness the photos we did in the World Press Photography Expo last night.
Some may even ask why go to see something that will gross you out or make one uncomfortable. The reason is clear as day. I honour these zealous daring photographers in absolute adoration. It takes A LOT of courage to answer a call this strong and usher out of ones comfort zone. It is through the eyes of these altruistic self-giving photographers you & I get a taste of whats really going on in the world. And it is in their photography you & I see how blessed we are. Thank your lucky stars if you are in a place of peace and plenty, by choice or by birth.
We choose our friends, our meals, our toiletteries, we choose our job, our holidays, most probably two-third of our human population don’t. They haven’t the luxury you and I do. Count your blessing. Be grateful and humble you have a better life. For not everyone out there has even one tenth of the choices you and I do. And there is no one, absolutely no one who hears their cries of pain and hunger and injustice.
Sorry if this sounds a bit down and low but that isn’t the point I am making, instead, I’m asking you to count your blessing in life. Be generous. Care for the less fortunate.





