- 9th September 2010
- Working with photographers in 23 countries.
Series Winners and finalists Documentary -My Back Yard 5
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First place - GoldChris Bull's farm is literally in my back yard, his fields adjoining my garden. I took these pictures as he lambed 50 ewes. 01 Birth. 02 Chris shakes the new-born lamb to clear her airways. 03 Ten minutes later the lamb takes her first step. 04 Chris, watched by his wife, carries the lamb to a separate pen. Mum follows. 05 "I am not a number, I'm a free lamb." Two days later the lamb escapes from her pen and explores the barn. 06 Despite care and medication this lamb, born without leg muscles, is dying. Sadness overwhelms Chris. |
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Second place - SilverI have always been fascinated by my friends yard, so many interesting hidden corners, so many forgotten projects.I have spent many hours there repairing my old boat, which was kept in one of the barns, in fact so long that occasionally I felt that this too was my backyard. To me the yard was like a stage, people came and went, some regularly and others not to be seen again. To me the key characters were the children that lived there, a little isolated in their own world on a farm lying outside the village in the shadow of the forest. |
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Third place - BronzeEvolution: the backyard of my mind (feat. Michel Rojkind) This was my backyard for months, itīs the construction process of the chocolate museum in Toluca, Mexico for which I was commissioned. The images point out to the duality between living beings and architecture, and their journey (together) through the path of evolution. |
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CommendedLaytown is a village in Co.Meath, Ireland, where I grew up. I began photographing my local area in a quest to examine my own identity as well as representing the atmosphere associated with living in a small community. A sense of identity and community is something I want to portray in my photographs, but also those every day moments in peoples lives. Connecting with those around us is imperative in determining our identity, but it can also highlight feelings of isolation and segregation and the fact that our identity is determined on more than cultural and social elements. |
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CommendedA heavy snowfall transforms my small village into a Winter Wonderland. Cut off from the outside world, not a person in sight, the only sign of life I encounter is a giant snowman and some hungry sheep. |
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CommendedThese photos were taken in Barcelona on the coastal industrial suburbs bordering the city centre. At a very precise moment of the day the mediterranean light radically transforms the perception of space and architecture. My interest has been to amplify the theatrical potency of the scene and at the same time raise the question as to whether the photographs have been taken in a raw and direct manner, or whether they have been pre-produced and lit as a film set. This ambivalent condition, is actually a clear resolution: on all the direct records these are documents without any pre-production whatsoever. |
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Commendedwhat does it mean not to belong ..? All these persons, the small girl from Rome, the Chinese children, the Romanian woman, the Milanese students, the old women, are in a backyard that is not their own, they stay for work, or study, to play or to rest in the backyard of a small town in the north of Italy. They don't really belong there, but they belong for a small or longer time, their is desolation, something provisory even in their happiness, but their footsteps and looks change those backyards that stay with their memories even when they are gone. |