2013/6/7

志工半天 Half day volunteeer work

在志工的經驗上還不是很多,每年的工作由公司辦理的。

在過去其實都沒有跟需要精神護理的小孩交流,這是首次在護理院幫忙攝影的工作。
一開始時就把攝影器材運送並且架好,坐在房間一角小休一下...

在第一個學生被推入房間,工作就開始了。跟平時不同,溝通用的力量會比通常花費很多。
他們也應該沒認識到拍照,眼光都是放在燈光/器材上... 連在父母身邊也沒留意...

我們幾個志工在忙的,有時在跟他們追逐去捕捉眼神,有時在等待按下快門的時間...
其他幫忙的,都在用一些樂器/吹泡泡機 讓他們注意一下,也緩和一下緊張房內的氣氛。

幾個小時之後,終於把7-8個的家庭照和畢業照搞好了...

聽說,他們只會有二十多年時光... 對他們來說 不問世事,活在樂園
可以說是最開心的人生了。

謝謝給我一個這麼有意義的經驗。

Unfortunately, I don't have much experiences on volunteer work. The company I used to work with setup the event annually.

From the past, I don't have any chances contact any child who need mental care, this is the first time I work for photography for them. As I arrive, I moved all the equipment into a room then setup cameras and lighting with others.

Then we started to photo the first child, which unlike regular routine. We use a lot of effort to communicate. Perhaps they didn't realized there were photo shots, they seems just interested on the light boxes and other things. Even their parents took a difficult time to assist them.

The photographers had to find ways finish their tasks. Some bounces around and chase the right look, while some just wait for best shots. Others use the musical instrument and soap bubble maker to grab their attentions. It seems help to relieve the atmosphere in the room.

Just hours of work, we helped 7-8 families on their photos as well as the graduates student photos.

Some said, they only live for 20 some years. And they lived with in an Eden with no worries of outside world. It is a wonderland to them.

Thank you for full-fill my experiences.

2011/3/27

星期日的幕上

怎樣的說呢? .... 沒有想到自從上噗之後,日誌會丟成棄置的那樣...

要不是Google的更新的話,俺不會跑來試試新功能(汗

工作越來越沒神了,正在考慮補下求的方案。 如果在成的話,真的要轉行了…




很希望能夠有自己所做的工作,而又不沉寂在家園……

2010/4/7

Sadness of Easter 感慨的復活節

好不容易才找到了星期二的半夜,細細聆聽心想說的話…

看著自己的身心,才發現人生的漫長,原來很容易就變成不起眼的過去。 之前不為意的事情,卻在心裡起了迴響,只能怨自己沒有足夠的能力。

昔日看見的一朵黃玫瑰,現在卻是好功愛名的植物… 難道護花之手真的要被批鬥才能夠採摘嗎?

感到意外,是因為手中殘留花中的香味,但花已經不在手上了…

願有心人會其意。


Finally some time for my blog updates...

Looking back to myself, it is not easy to realize that life can be that processive. I review failures, wishing they never existed.

From the past, the yellow rose was cute and pure, but it has become a plant of struggle for fame and ware.
Moreover, some believed that they have rights to chooses what other can have.

But it is unexpected that the plant is nowhere nearby...

Let's hope that someone can decrypt this?