Ned Kelly and I

As a photographer I am somewhat protected emotionally from the surroundings by my camera. While alone photographing the bones of Ned Kelly, I had a moment to reflect on whose presence I was actually in. In that short time I had a very strong sense of connection with a young man who had lived a tough life. It’s hard to articulate my feelings thoroughly, though somehow, I guess I was dealing with my own understanding of death and the spirit.
On this occasion I put my camera down for a few moments and just stood with an Australian legend.