Children of Papua 4
Lonesome
The rest of the village boys were playing on the field inside the school compound but he just sat on one side quiet and alone. He noticed me focusing my lens on him but still did he just stare. I found him again later limping by a village hut. He has a deformed leg.
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The drag of endless mental work in a strange land takes its toll. Fatigue can kill so petty escapades provide hopeful deviations from the brewing madness. An aging DSLR keeps good company to a walk around the neighbourhood, a short drive to a scenic place, or a silent recollection in a quiet nook granting that the host community and the elements of nature would allow one a safe passage to solitude and contemplation. Loneliness quickly turns to joy when something exciting gets captured by the cam’s shutter then set free into the laptop’s screen followed by electric words that rush from the fingers to the keyboard in an effort to describe the moment. Alas, the brain is alive once again!
YOU CAPTURE THE REALITY OF LIFE, MY FRIEND. THANK YOU.
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Thanks, haciendatreasures.
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So sad. You can see his life in his eyes.
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Been trying to figure out the expression on the lips as well. Is he biting his lower lip in pain or anguish? I really don’t know.
Thanks for the comment, Naomi.
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aw 😦 how sad. I realized how blessed I am. I felt so sorry for this kid. 😦 I wish i could hel you ..
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I wish i could help you ..
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Yes, it is depressing to see kids not able to fully enjoy their childhood because of some deformity. But photography is not only about happy things.
Thanks for the visit, Roxanne.
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This photo speaks volumes; a young body and maybe an old soul.
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Definitely an old soul in there. Thanks for your thought, Gina.
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Heart-pulling image.
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Thanks a lot, Earl.
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What a powerful image. The metaphor of the boy behind the fence … and then your description. Such sad eyes. I wonder what he is thinking.
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Well said, Mona. I belatedly realized that the boy actually appears to be caged by the fence — in reality, by his disability. Thanks, Mona.
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A picture of what some people’s lives really are.
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True. Sad and sometimes difficult to accept, but it’s the reality. Thanks, greenbenchramblings.
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I want to hold him.
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Your motherly instinct, perhaps? Thanks for your response, Mary Lou.
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Yes, motherly and grandmotherly. I love children. You capture them wonderfully.
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Lovely candid portrait –
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Thanks, Cindy.
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Those eyes …. says everything. Fantastic shot.
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Thanks, viveka.
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Oh so sad, really interpreted in this image.
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Thanks, David.
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Poor little guy. I found this picture haunting and beautiful.
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That is an incredibly powerful picture! Thanks for posting it.
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Thanks a lot, Richard.
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Oh! God!
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I know it can be shocking, Kam.
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