Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Friday, August 17, 2012

Keeping mum

An endless cycle of broken glass and wet beds. And more broken glass shards on the floor and more blankets stinking of stale pee.

The epitome of it all was the somewhat comical situation that occurred after a recent family visit with a mum, when one of the four brothers came back saying “Luke, I’m ten! I’m not nine. Mum said that I was born in 2002, and she said I’m 10!”

No you’re not, I say, I have a copy of your birth certificate.

Comical, if it wasn’t so desperately sad.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

‘A camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera.’ ~ Dorothea Lange

To paraphrase Smokey Robinson, if you take a good look at my more recent photographic postings, you’ll see that they might appear somewhat out of place.

Please forgive me if the eyes of a portrait seem obscured or a child’s face is artistically blurred. It is not because I have embraced the avant-garde or utilised some hideous Instagram filter, it is because the law here now requires it, and although I believe I have always complied with the spirit of the law, now I am told that I must comply with its letter. And rightly, albeit reluctantly, I concede.

To those who know me, my reluctant submission to such a requirement should come as no great surprise, as I consider photography to be an important part of my work and - not wanting to sound bombastic - my ministry, such that it is.

So, the blog will change in appearance a little, but I prefer this to the somewhat draconian approach of the private (ie invitation-only) blog, because this isn’t some sort of Gentleman’s Club and this work - and these boys’ life stories - should be open to all who stumble upon them.

confined to the noticeboard

Dad’s day, again

BBC Radio 4, “The Burton Diaries”

Saturday, August 11, 2012

The Great Escape

It seems that it’s not only some of the boys...

...who want to hop run away!