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Let The Red-Faced Blustering Begin
The question is posed every year: why do we have demonstrations for Gay Rights – in all their facets – when Gays have already been granted the vote, can marry, have equal rights, health care, job security just the same as normal people? As a subsidiary question, from certain quarters, comes the question of why there is not a White Male Day each year, and whether this lack is somehow sexist. For most thinking people, the answers to all such questions are very clear indeed, they just need to be reiterated every single year for the hard of understanding at the back. Last month I attended the Christopher Street Day…
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Recording the Dark Side of Life
Life is not just one pleasure ride, there are ups and there are downs and the description, heard many years ago, that life is a rollercoaster still fits to this day. How we weather the individual events of our lives is impossible to regulate, and also to foresee. Events happen which we have not expected, which we could never anticipate, and with which we have no connection, and our lives are often changed by the actions of others. For anyone to claim they have their life under control is the equivalent of wearing blinkers which only allow us to see one direction, a form of tunnel vision of the mind.…
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A Remembrance of Times Past
I was faced, yesterday, with a typical teenager question, one most will have heard at some stage, maybe even uttered themselves. What’s the point. What is the point of all that we do, all that we learn, every second of every day? Do we have a purpose, or a destiny written in, or by, the stars, by fate, by some Almighty entity hidden from view and only revealed to the True Believer? The question, though, came from my partner who, to be brutally honest, has not seen their own teenage years for several decades, and who was referring to my penchant for historical works and, in particular, updating a certain…
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Glancing Back at a Vanishing World.
It was reputedly Socrates who complained that the youth of his day were rude, uneducated and had no respect for their elders, although he was probably not the first to do so. The so-called youth of his times wanted change, more for themselves but without the responsibility, less stress and pressure to perform or succeed, and recognition of themselves as individuals. There is little difference today, with the up and coming generations moving for change to suit their own values and, as they see it, to fit better into a changing world. And they are not wrong, many of us were the same when we were young. The difference now…
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Criticism In Photography: A Reckoning
It is that time of year, and has been for over a month, when we look back over what has happened, in photography, on television, in politics, world-wide. A rash of programmes come out on the various visual media telling us what we should consider to be the great, the moving, the memorable from the previous twelve months, attempting to shape our minds and influence our memories. Amidst all the bright fanfares and commercial shouting, a few smaller entities voice their opinions, often about the work of others, sometimes with a critical eye on their own production. Rather than letting myself be influenced by those many critics who have opinions…
