The year of my life- Snapshots from a journey of emancipation

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The fortress: From the windy tops of a Pirate fortress standing lone in the bay of Penzance, I sat in an alcove in the sun after completing my climb and took a photo across the bay. St. Michaels mount is a glorious establishment like no other. Jutting out monumentally from the sea, you feel the sense of inferiority when you stand beneath it, and the sense of power when you stand atop. You imagine you are Cornish royalty on the battletops lined by rows of cannons, imagining what it would have looked like to see notorious Pirate vessels sail into the bay. each window looks out into wide and endless sea, and inside lies a fortress which evokes true mystery and wonderment. This photo represents my experience of hiding away on this ancient structure, looking out toward the sea. It is a precious memory and i am so happy i captured it.

Merry Men: Returning to the town of my ancestors, St. Agnes, on a gorgeous Cornish afternoon, I came across these jolly Morris men dancing in the middle of the street. I started snapping away with my camera- and then asked the leader if i could have a photo of him. He gave me one look and pulled out a large whistle. Immediately after blowing it, he called his troops to attention.

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Ghosts of the past: On a cold night in London, a young American and I decided to embark on a spontaneous roadtrip through Wales. Our aim was this- castles and countrysides. We almost drove past Kidwelly castle before we embarked in a drastic U turn and turned off into the tiny town. What we were greeted with exceeded any of our expectations. A colossal structure, the very image of medieval power and might- Kidwelly castle rose from the centre of the town. We paid the little old lady our 3 pounds, and entered across the drawbridge- the only travellers around for miles. With no source of lights, we felt our way through it's underground dungeons, and with a careless recklessness- climbed the rotting stone spiral staircases to the top of the throne room tower. Here we sat, astonished at our height and view, and watched pigeons flee from a church tower as rain approached. It is an eerie photo of an eerie moment. The feeling we experienced as we sat on the crumbling ruins was as if we had been born a thousand years older and that the castle was a possession of our very own. We were not so alone, rather surrounded by the spirits of the past.

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thats amazing..
hopefully i can be there someday... ^_^

Novi Tarigan Jan 15, 2013 3:40 PM

The year of my life- Snapshots from a journey of emancipation

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