I’ve reached a new place in my photographic learning. Shots that I was really happy with just a few months ago now seem a bit meh. Sometimes I need to re-shoot. Sometimes, I just want to play with the images in editing tools.
Yesterday I posted a double-exposure image composed of two photos I took at the same time and place.
I quite like both shots, but there is something about that razor-wire fence that disturbs me every time I see it. Behind the fence is a yacht club. Members store little boats in the club compound, so I guess the fence is to keep their property safe.
I can’t help thinking though, of the millions of people around the world who are currently held behind razor wire; in prisons, detention centres, Gaza.
In my everyday life, I’m outside the wire. But I wonder how small a shift in the political wind would be required to change that.