Чаще всего, на моих семейных фотографиях вы встретите динамику, и очень редко постановку в её чистом виде. Но вот такие кадры семьи они абсолютно не лишние, а наоборот относятся к обязательным. В последнее время я разбавляю свои серии такими кадрами, и вижу как это нравится моим подписчикам и моим моделям! Постановке быть! Но я по прежнему люблю и создаю живую, повествующую фотографию)
Matter. How tiny your share of it.
Time. How brief and fleeting your allotment of it.
Fate. How small a role you play in it.” ~ Marcus Aurelius
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My father chained me so that I can focus on work, so that I can get control over me. I do not hate him for doing so. But it hurts me; it hurts me a lot that he lost all his faith on me. I was not like this before; I was not as bad as I am now. I wish we did not lose our house in flood, I wish we did not move in this jungle -city. My life would not be the same, if I could manage my SSC exam's form fill up fees, I begged to everyone, every person I knew. No one came forward. That time my father was disappeared from house for half a year. Still I tried to focus on study; still I tried to memories mathematics as I had no teacher to explain that. I had a belief that at the end, everything will be okay. But that did not happen. My mother was fighting with death, we lost our house and my father merged in loan. At one midnight, I had to escape with my family as people were searching to kill my father for money. I was never a weak guy. But my reality turned out different. I was afraid, afraid when someone knocked at our door, afraid when someone asked me about exam. After coming to this city, I was living in a hell. When I saw my aged boys were attending school, playing cricket, I felt desperate. That took me in a dark path. My new friends offered me cigarette and then other stuffs. But at some point, I realized this is not me. I cried to my father to save me. I wanted to go back to my village, I wanted to play football, and I wanted to swim in our river. I hate this city, its smoke, its crowd, its ugliness. I ran away from this job more than ten times. Finally my father chained me here, every day he said, I will be used to this 8 am to 8pm job, he assured me noise will not bother me and when I will learn my job, I will earn good, which will change everything. I accepted it, I am trying hard to focus on this new life, on my destiny. Money is just some piece of paper, but that can change everything. Isn’t this so strange? - Shakil (17)