This is a scene after a protest that is held every year to commemorate the university students who gave up their lives 35 years ago protesting the military Junta. Unfortunately things often get out hand by isolated groups...
I will take this as what I saw when first viewing, and formed my own story.
After weeks of not finding a job, hungry, and no where to go, Joe decided that even behind bars, warmth, and food was better than this.
Another good piece of photojournalism. I like that you left the gritty texture alone (of course, any attempt to suppress it would have ruined the image probably).
Now this one I am liking. There seems to be a story being told (though without your comments I would have no clue what it was - yet I would still want to). Cool texture, cool feel, different kind of shot.
It's almost as though he doesn't realize it's raining or that there's something most definitely on fire behind him. A strange and disconcerting moment in time.
It has that quiet after the storm type of feeling. I wonder if the guy is debating setting something else on fire...or maybe he decided that he's done for the night?
Ah. Posthumous got here first. Said it better and went deeper. I confess I dwell mostly on the "compelling texture that draws the viewer in." Beyond that I am in my own unsettled sea of reflections on the residual transgenerational anger at the military junta: the lone figure, his back to the fire, his face in darkness, is, as posthumous suggests, very unsettling. The fire is abandoned, the anger unfocused.
ETA: This pairs nicely with your graffiti picture. Journalistic commentary invoking the past.
This doesn't have an immediate impact, but it does have a compelling texture that draws the viewer in. Slowly, a story emerges. A foreground fire and a background fire, somehow connected. The fires are a natural light contrasted by the scattered artificial lights, so tame in comparison. A theme emerges of nature vs. civilization, of nature hiding in civilization, of nature always existing underneath civilization, sparking out in moments of crisis. This impossible containment of opposites is symbolized by the coexistence of fire and rain (and visualized by the coexistence of darkness and light).
Slowly, we realize the man is facing us, not the fire, with a face of darkness.
Wow, that's some heavy rain. I find it fascinating too that there is just an isolated person in this shot. Somehow with a fire like that I would expect to see a few more people.
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