Having a beautiful, charming teenager of my own, it is not hard to recognise.
My style of teenager photography is to either captured them on a white or black background with minimum props and fuss. I don't subscribe to clutter. It is not timeless. I'm more interested in capturing emotion. Raw emotion in all it's forms. Most teenagers arrive at the studio with trepidation, are reticent, even bashful. As the shoot progresses their characters' emerge. I can feel when it is about to happen. It is incredible to capture. Giving them and their parents a range of portrait studies is truly gratifying. Some boys are so taken with the process that they are delighted to have photos of themselves without their shirts. Flaunting their developing chests. In time they will forget their trepidation but will be eternally grateful for that stolen moment.
WALKING AWAY - Cecil Day Lewis
It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day –
A sunny day with leaves just turning,
The touch-lines new-ruled – since I watched you play
Your first game of football, then, like a satellite
Wrenched from its orbit, go drifting away
Behind a scatter of boys. I can see
You walking away from me towards the school
With the pathos of a half-fledged thing set free
Into a wilderness, the gait of one
Who finds no path where the path should be.
That hesitant figure, eddying away
Like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem,
Has something I never quite grasp to convey
About nature’s give-and-take – the small, the scorching
Ordeals which fire one’s irresolute clay.
I have had worse partings, but none that so
Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly
Saying what God alone could perfectly show –
How selfhood begins with a walking away,
And love is proved in the letting go.
Analysis of Walking Away
A parent remembers the first time their child grew in independence, eighteen years ago, during a game of football. The child is ‘like a satellite’ and is ‘drifting away’. The speaker in the poem finds the experience difficult and goes on to describe how the child, like a ‘half-fledged thing’, began to find his or her own feet.
Images from nature, referring to birds leaving the nest and ‘a winged seed loosened from its parent stem’ show how this separation of child from parent happens in other species too. Still, the speaker seems perplexed by it and cannot ‘quite grasp’ the need for ‘nature’s give-and-take’.
In the final stanza the parent speaks of the pain of parting from his child which ‘gnaws at my mind’. In the end he concludes that ‘love is proved in the letting go’ showing that he accepts that separation is an inevitable part of a loving relationship with his child.
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