I have written and re-written this post how many times and hope it makes sense now, although I doubt it does anyway. The gist about this is music and the way the lyrics and "composition" has different effects on different people and, importantly ( or not) how it somehow has a bearing about what I do behind the camera.
The title of this is a song by Paul Simon, on an album produced in conjunction with a South African outfit ( Ladysmith Black Mambazo) that spoke to me the first time I heard it 20 or so years ago. Graceland- being an Elvis fan, seemed to be a place I wanted to see one day, a place were the shadows that follow me can be laid to rest. But I found "my Graceland," in the area depicted here in this photo, as the place has the same emotional value to me as Graceland has for the father and nine year old son in the song. The area is one of the last realy pristine estuarine habitats left in my country, with a recorded history spanning about five hundred years with regard to the owners and people who have made these fishtraps, closely interlinked with the tides and somehow having worked out the sustainability of each of the traps, without harming the breeding population of this estuary. There is such an immense feeling of sollitude and belonging that I can't help but calling it, in my framework of refference, Graceland. I don't even know why I'm sharing this, I guess the voices in my head needed to talk to someone else as I don't answer them anymore.
