- 25th May 2013
- Working with photographers in 23 countries.
Series Winners and finalists Documentary-My Backyard 2
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First place - GoldOur Atlantic Ocean backyard - Charente Maritime, France. |
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Second place - SilverThe backyard of Welsh Mountain Pony Farmer Roger Davies has seen pure breed ponies roam wild and free across the mountains of Mid-Wales for over six hundred years. This traditional way of life is now under threat from EU directives insisting all equine be fit for human consumption by registration with passports. Roger is determined to keep this traditional way of life alive to ensure his backyard is a backyard that everyone can enjoy. |
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Third place - BronzeAs you read this, urban miners, known as Sandhogs, are 800 feet below Manhattan excavating 500 million-year-old rock and tunneling a new water channel to provide fresh water to the city. The future of the metropolis depends on the efforts and sacrifices of these unseen miners and their completion of City Water Tunnel 3. Despite its importance, very few people are aware of this mammoth excavation, or the story of the Sandhogs. Over the past year, I have been documenting this vibrant subculture of miners to introduce New Yorkers to these colorful characters and crucial systems of the unseen subterranean. |
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FinalistFamily is the first love that we live in and see through it is the primary source from which all our other relationships and ways of seeing the world are formed. Watching families interact, with an emphasis on children, has become a powerful tool for exploring my many questions about the way we love. By living with twenty American families during the turn of the 21st Century, it is my goal to document and photograph the changing patterns of the American family. |
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FinalistA backyard for dreaming. Physically a million miles from where I am now but ever present in my mind. Solitude or isolation, it depends on your headspace. And the omnipresent sky - providing the means to bounty or the destruction of dreams. The Canadian prairies.... |
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FinalistSaturday Afternoon. Drinking tea, eating cake, watching the T.V with Sarah 's family. The last Saturday afternoon of Eddy Hockaday 's life |
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FinalistAt night my backyard fades away from my haven of pleasure to dark gloomy backstreets of an uneasy atmosphere. Paranoia creeps in as whispers play havoc with your mind, ghostly figures stare with hollowed eyes. Its a lonley place for lonely people. |
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FinalistMy back yard; the desert is parallel to a return to the womb, free from social entrapment, a place of immense power and beauty, in all its forms between life and death. It is unyeilding, life is harsh but beautifully simple, free from asphyxiation, free from mind numbing appliances such as the television, it 's free from the obsessions of progressions and politics. It 's organic and all your senses become acute and wonderfully active, it is a place where you can breath without modern restrictions, possibly one of the last places on earth to remain this way. |