http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/video/2011/oct/03/amanda-knox-cleared-murder-video
Brief update on advocacy in the Knox case that I mentioned in a previous blog. Her conviction has now been overturned and she is free. Last time, I discussed how the lawyer's opposing depictions of the accused were too fanciful to give a true account of the person in question.
Before the bench came to its final decision, Knox was allowed to make a plea. It was filmed, and the above link will take you to a video of it. Her speech is about half way through. It is in Italian but it doesn't matter if you can't understand it (I can't) - the point still came across very clearly to me. Knox sounds much more real and human though her own words and voice. The cartoon imagery used by counsel on both sides seems frankly silly when you hear Knox simply, but emotively, telling her story.
Monday, October 3, 2011
The Visual Narrative
I have been interested in photography for a while and am often (to the irritation of my friends and family) taking snaps. I was lucky enough to spend a glorious few weeks once hiking in the Indian Himalayas, and was able to spend the whole time taking photos of the landscapes and the people. So I managed to improve a little in that time.
The leap I have not yet made though is to piece my pictures together to create a narrative of events. I know that this is what sets the good amateurs apart from the trigger happy snappers, but I just never seem to find the time…
So, for this week's assignment I thought I would go back through some old pictures and see if I could piece together a little story. Don't expect it to be too awesome - its my first time. I chose as my topic my family's best ever performance in the annual Veuve Clicquot Bath Boule Tournament. The family team (called the Texas Exiles) came in third place. Next year, we hope to make it through to the finals.
It may be that you are all familiar with Boule (or petanque), but just in case here is a description. Boule is a French "sport" where each team scores points by throwing steel cannonballs across a stretch of gravel in order to get as close as possible to the cochonnet, a smaller wooden ball.
I wasn't allowed to participate in the actual boule-playing, because (apparently) I hadn't been in training for long enough. So instead I spent the day taking pictures…
Assessing the piste...
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