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wild places


if these VW vans were ice-cream flavours, what do you think they’d be?

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wild places

i want to marry adventure;
see the sun rise from a mountain top
and watch it fall to the sea at the end of the day.

i want to sleep under the stars again,
follow my heart to the wild places within me,
remember what it feels like to be alone.

i want to feel the hummingbirds wing near my face,
realise that even perfect-looking lives have their secrets,
see my woolen poncho covered in a light dusting of snow.

i want to sit in the bay window, breathe patterns into frosty glass,
cover my skin with the glow of the sun,
forget all my grief, paint flower silhouettes on the moon.

i want for the world to know peace, and rest;
stack happy memories on the shelves of my life,
speak fluently the language of the infinite.

i want to walk through the still, grey forest of a monochrome photograph,
be attentive enough to see the beauty that’s around me,
and always… always, know how it feels to be home.

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what does your heart want today gypsies?

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leonie wise is a regular contributor to gypsy girls guide.

Can travel portrait photography be respectful?

Portrait of girl in Papua New Guinea

Words and images by: Marianne Elliott

Today I was processing these portraits from a trip I made to Papua New Guinea when I was working for Oxfam. They got me thinking about how much I love to photograph people and about what makes a great portrait, but also about the ethics of photographing people who I don’t know and who I may never see again. Can travel portrait photography avoid exploitation, and be genuinely respectful?

I don’t have all the answers, not even close. But I have thought quite a lot about the questions, and I’ve come up with a few guidelines for myself, which help me take photos in a way that feels respectful.

1. Ask permission

Not everyone agrees with this, but if someone’s face is going to be recognisable in my photo then I like to ask their permission before I photograph them. In fact, ‘May I take your photograph?’ is one of the first phrases I learn in many languages. If I’m taking photographs for my website I try to make it clear that the images will be shared with others, usually saying something like “May I take your photo so I can show people what Afghans/Gazans/Timorese people really look like?”

Most people say yes, but some decline and I always feel quite empathetic. I’m not sure I would agree if the situation were reversed. This policy means that it’s harder to get ‘unposed’ portraits. But not impossible. Sometimes if I’m with a group of people for an extended period of time I can ask their permission to photograph at the beginning and then over time take photos of them relaxed and unconscious of the camera.

Portrait of woman in Papua New Guinea

2. Don’t take a photograph of anyone in a situation in which you would not want to be photographed

I’m not a photojournalist for good reason. I know that I would not want to be photographed as I learned that a beloved family member had been killed, as I wept in grief or gaped in shock. I wouldn’t want to be photographed jostling for food from a UN truck to feed my starving family. So on those occasions when I have been witness to that kind of suffering I’ve left my camera in my bag. Or, if it was my job to capture images I’ve either photographed the scene without any recognisable faces or waited until people feel ready to be photographed, on their own terms.

Portrait of woman on truck in Papua New Guinea

3. Allow people to present themselves as they choose

I’m guilty of breaking this rule myself, but only when the delightful policemen who had been making me laugh for five days in a workshop suddenly became rigid and stern for all their portraits. I took the photos that way, so they could have those prints for their own walls. But then I joked and teased and basically tricked them into smiling for the camera as well. I can’t say I regret it, because I love those photos and the memories they represent. But I do generally try to allow people to choose how they want to present themselves in my portraits. If nothing else, it generally means they are more relaxed and comfortable, which makes for a good portrait.

Portrait of man in Papua New Guinea

4. If at all possible, provide people with a copy of the photo

This is harder if you are passing through places where there is no postal system. But whenever possible I try to make copies of my photos to either deliver or send back to the people in the photos. This isn’t essential for your photographs to be respectful, but it is a simple gesture of gratitude which might count for a lot in places where it is very difficult for people to obtain photos of themselves (despite, perhaps, being photographed by travelers all the time).

That’s it really. I’d love to say that I don’t take pictures of children without their parents’ permission (and perhaps that is a guideline I should adopt) but for now it simply wouldn’t be true. Every where I’ve traveled children approach me asking to be photographed and love to see themselves in the display of my digital camera. I generally oblige them. I simply apply the same guidelines to children as I do to adults.

How about you? What is your approach to taking portraits when you travel?

About Marianne: I’m a human rights advocate, writer and yoga teacher. Zen peacekeeper. Change-maker. Instigator of radical acts of kindess to ourselves and others. Creator of the 30 Days of Yoga course. Practicing Buddhist (trust me, it takes a lot of practice).

Beijing, and A Day in the Eighth Grade

In exactly one week, I will be on a plane bound for Beijing. Over the past couple of months – ever since this flight was booked – everyone has asked the same question in response to the news that I’m going there:  “Why Beijing?” A simple enough question, but it is the first part of my answer that always inspires a look of confusion ~ confusion that is perhaps tinged with a little bit of fear that they’re about to get way more than they bargained for in terms of an explanation. Because my answer always starts this way:

“When I was in the eighth grade, my best friend brought in photos from her family’s summer vacation in Europe…”

But that is how the story has to begin; there’s no other way to express how much this trip means to me.

You see, when I was in the eighth grade, my best friend brought in photos from her family’s summer vacation in Europe, which opened a doorway that I didn’t know was waiting for me. But as I flipped through the photos of my best friend with her parents, her brother, and other extended family members, rosy-cheeked and sundress-clad, glasses raised for the camera ~ all the way across the Atlantic Ocean ~ that doorway swung wide open. I had walked into English class that day not having ever considered the possibility that I would be able to see, experience, and explore the world, but during the brief span of time I was allowed to pore over the photos before our teacher started class and made us put them away, a passion was ignited in a way I had never experienced. With photo after photo, the same thought grew larger and larger:  This is what I want to do. I want to see the world.”

You see, my best friend from middle and high school is the reason I’ve been to Jordan. And Australia and New Zealand. And Argentina, Mexico, and Japan. It was her photos that inspired me to travel all over Europe and to Cuba. It is because of her that I’ve been to Bora Bora, most U.S. states, and almost to Tibet, a trip that was cancelled due to rioting. When I think about my passion for travel ~ an almost daily occurrence ~ I think about her, and the photos she shared of her family’s summer vacation in Europe, which I can still imagine in perfect focus.

My best friend married her high school sweetheart, and we’ve all known each other since we were twelve years old. They now have four gorgeous children and are in the midst of a year-long around the world journey as a family. A few days before they left, my friend emailed me their itinerary and said, “COME MEET US!”

So you see, this is why, when anyone asks me “Why Beijing?” I have to begin my explanation with a little tidbit of information that seems entirely out of left field. Because it’s not out of left field, it is at the core of why I will be on a flight across the Pacific one week from today, a flight that will lead me not just to a place, but a dream ~ of friendship, adventure, and passions that are ignited in the most unexpected places, even in eighth grade English class.

Christine Mason Miller is a writer and artist who loves to travel and explore the world. Her best friend from middle school is Carrie Garland, whose family has been sharing their journey online at www.garlandsgoglobal.com. Pop over and say hello!