Project Detail: Three forms of loss

Contest:

LuganoPhotoDays 2014



Brand:

LuganoPhotoDays



Author:

Eleanor Bennett

 

Project Info

Three forms of loss

A loss of dignity, of grace and nessecary income.

Lose of dignity is captured in the first of the three images.

Irony as such is that you read the word "loved" cut off into part of the gutter.

This is a gravestone that has been stolen and broken into pieces. A piece of a name, date of birth, tagline and death date lost forever. All the work that is put into legacies and the pride we hold for our loved ones removed and shattered. My photograph was taken in Whaley Bridge, Derbyshire if anyone who sees this thinks they are missing a puzzle piece from a proper rememrance

A loss of grace in shown in the second photograph.

The kestrel is a small but powerful avian and one of my favourite birds. It is most unfortunate that the moment I was closest to one is in this state. Its beak is cracked and half of its eyelid is torn.

Maybe this is from chrashing into a gate nearby to where it was found or from an attack carried out by a cat. Kestrels hover with such grace whilst in hunt effortlessly gliding from many a distance at such a great height. It evoked an emotional response from myself to take this photo to preserve the opposite of an impression long held with a childhood of growing up around nature.

The third and final image shows a loss that impacts on many trying to make ends meet.

It is only human to want to create and grow something to be proud of. To one day pass onto your children. Many around me who decide to start up small independant businesses are cut down before they even take root. It is a common sight where I live to see the abandoned, featurless shells of what could have been great. The voice and character of the high streets is changing fast. Anyone wanting to grow their options is just registering to start a website instead of opening a shop.

It hurts to see the emptiness. More often than not meeting the people behind this who try so hard are the nicest people you could meet. What will the face of the towns I've lived in look like when every independant entity goes onto survive another day through the internet?

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