Dark side of the lens

Muito legal esse vídeo sobre um fotografo chamado Mickey Smith, dele falando sobre sua vida . Foda mesmo. A iniciativa dese vídeo é de um energético da gringa chamado Relentless. Tem outros vídeos no site deles chamado de Short Stories. Esse energético por sinal é o organizador de um dos maiores festivais de Wake do mundo o Relentless Wake Stock que junta mais de vinte mil cabeças o reino unido.

UPDATE:

Consegui o texto do vídeo que é muito foda.Thanks Mickey.

DARK SIDE OF THE LENS.

LIFE ON THE ROADS SOMETHING I WAS RAISED TO EMBRACE

ME MA ALWAYS ENCOURAGED US TO OPEN OUR EYES AND HEARTS TO THE WORLD, MAKE UP OUR OWN MINDS THROUGH EXPERIENCE, AND BE INSPIRED

I SEE LIFE IN ANGLES, IN LINES OF PERSPECTIVE. A SLIGHT TURN OF THE HEAD, THE BLINK OF AN EYE, SUBTLE GLIMPSES OF MAGIC, OTHER FOLK MIGHT PASS BY.

CAMERAS HELP ME TRANSLATE, INTERPRET AND UNDERSTAND WHAT I SEE
ITS A SIMPLE ACT THAT KEEPS ME GRINNING

I NEVER SET OUT TO BECOME ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR, ONLY TO LIVE CREATIVELY, AND PUSH THE SCOPE OF MY EXPERIENCE, THROUGH ADVENTURE, AND THROUGH PASSION

THAT’S STILL ALL THAT MEANS SOMETHING TO ME, SAME AS MOST ANYONE WITH DREAMS.

MY HEART BLEEDS CELTIC BLOOD, AND I’M MAGNETISED TO FAMILIAR FRONTIERS.

RAW BRUTAL COLD FRONTIERS FOR THE RIGHT WAVERIDERS TO CHALLENGE
THIS IS WHERE MY HEART BEATS HARDEST.

I TRY TO PAY TRIBUTE TO THAT MAGIC THROUGH PHOTOGRAPHS

WEATHERING THE ENDLESS STORMS FOR RARE GLIMPSES OF MAGIC EACH WINTER IS BOTH A BLESSING AND A CURSE I RELISH

I WANT TO SEE WAVERIDING DOCUMENTED THE WAY I SEE IT IN MY HEAD, AND THE WAY I FEEL IT IN THE SEA

ITS A STRANGE SET OF SKILLS TO BEGIN TO AQUIRE, AND ITS ONLY ACHIEVABLE THROUGH TIME SPENT RIDING WAVES.

ALL SORTS OF WAVES, ON ALL SORTS OF CRAFTS, MEANS MORE TIME LEARNING OUT IN THE WATER

FLOATING IN THE SEA AMONGST LUMPS OF SWELL, YOU’LL ALWAYS LEARN SOMETHING

ITS BEEN A LIFELONG WISE OLD CLASSROOM TEACHER OF SORTS, AND HOPEFULLY, ALWAYS WILL BE

BURIED BENEATH HEADLANDS, SHAPING THE COAST, MINDBLOWING IMAGES OF EMPTY WAVES BURN AWAY AT ME.

SOLID OCEAN SWELLS POWERING THROUGH DEEP COLD WATER, HEAVY WAVES, WAVES WITH WEIGHT

THEY COAX FROM COMFORTABLE ROUTINE, IGNITE THE IMAGINATION, CONVEY SOME DIVINE SPARK, WHISPER POSSIBILITIES, CONJURE THE SITUATIONS I THRIVE AMIONGST, AND LOVE TO DOCUMENT.

WE ALL TAKE KNOCKS IN THE PROCESS, BROKEN BACKS, DROWNINGS, NEAR DROWNINGS, HYPOTHERMIA, DISLOCATIONS, FRACTURES, FROSTBITE, HEADWOUNDS, STITCHES, CONCUSSIONS, BROKE MY ARM AND THATS JUST THE LAST COUPLE OF YEARS.

I STILL LOOK FORWARD TO GETTIN AMONGST IT EACH WINTER THOUGH

COLD CREEPING INTO YOUR CORE, DRIVING YOU MAD, DAY AFTER DAY

MUMBLING TO YOURSELF WHILE YOU HOLD POSITION AND WAIT, FOR THE NEXT SET TO COME.

THE DARK SIDE OF THE LENS. AN ARTFORM UNTO ITSELF AND US, SILENT WORKHORSES OF THE SURFING WORLD.

THERE’S NO SUGARY CLICHE. MOST FOLK DONT EVEN KNOW WHO WE ARE, WHAT WE DO OR HOW WE DO IT, LET ALONE WANT TO PAY US FOR IT.

I NEVER WANT TO TAKE THIS FOR GRANTED, SO I TRY AND KEEP MOTIVATIONS SIMPLE, REAL AND POSITIVE

IF I ONLY SCRAPE A LIVING, AT LEAST ITS A LIVING WORTH SCRAPING

IF THERE’S NO FUTURE IN IT, AT LEAST ITS A PRESENT WORTH REMEMBERING

FOR FIRES OF HAPPINESS AND WAVES OF GRATITUDE

FOR EVERYTHING THAT BROUGHT US TO THAT POINT ON EARTH, AT THAT MOMENT IN TIME, TO DO SOMETHING WORTH REMEMBERING, WITH A PHOTOGRAPH OR A SCAR.

I FEEL GENUINELY LUCKY TO HAND ON HEART SAY I LOVE DOING WHAT I DO
AND THOUGH I MAY NEVER BE A RICH MAN, IF I LIVE LONG ENOUGH, I’LL CERTAINLY HAVE A TALE OR TWO FOR THE NEPHEWS,

AND I DIG THE THOUGHT OF THAT.