The old man & the sea
(versión en español en los comentarios)
I believe that we are meant to come across certain scenes, to meet certain people at some point in our lives.
Today I came out of work and I was planning to walk to the beach to photograph the sunset, but I didn’t make it as I came across a scene that cried out for a photoshoot.
There was a man on some rocks, in the middle of nowhere, feeding seagulls. Birds that people don’t stand anymore for how annoying they are.
I gave him a sign from below to see whether I could take some photos, and he gave me thumbs-up.
I took some photos, but I wanted more, I wanted to be closer, I was curious about this lonely man.
So I made my way up and asked his name; his answer was ‘George, like King George’. I don’t know why, but that’s how he started to open his soul and share his story with me.
George is 70 years old, he is Polish, but has been living in Australia for 41 years. He has been feeding seagulls at this right place for 19 years. The same place where he used to play with his daughter, Jessica, who passed away when she was 16.
It is his own way of feeling her, he finds her in the butterflies that fly with the sea wind.
He told me the story of the book “The Old Man & the Sea”, how he identifies himself...and many other things that I keep for myself.
Today, George reminded me why I love this art so much. It’s not just about photographing, but the excuse of getting to know new stories.
It wouldn’t have been the same if I hadn’t climbed those rocks, if we hadn’t fed the seagulls together; and even if he hadn’t opened his heart, these pictures wouldn’t have life.