Portrait of Humanity

For the last five years the British Journal of Photography has put together a book called the ‘Portrait of Humanity’ to ‘recognise remarkable portraits that capture the moments that make us who we are’. Volume 5 includes 200 images from across the world.

The book provides ‘a window into the lives of the subjects and celebrates the shared humanity that connects us all’. I am so excited to share that one of my portraits was chosen for the book. I was so fortunate to travel throughout Pakistan and to visit remote areas of Gilgit-Baltistan. The people we met and the hospitality we received will forever stay with me.

Follow the link below to see all 200 images. You can also purchase the book from Hoxton Mini Press.

https://www.1854.photography/2023/02/portrait-of-humanity-vol-5-shortlist-revealed/

Postcard from Old Altit Town

A look down on Old Altit Town from Altit Fort

A gentle walk from our hotel to Old Altit Town takes us along dusty roads, past tall poplar trees and alongside terraced farms.  Land and fuel are both in short supply so poplar trees are planted because they are fast growing and don’t give too much shade over farmland.  

As we walk along the road we hear a lot of shouting and clapping.  As we turn a corner, we see that there is a cricket match going on.  The pitch is dusty and bumpy, the bowlers fast but the batters understand the pitch and where to place the ball.  Around the edge of the pitch there is a wall that is terraced, local men and boys are sitting and encouraging their favourite players.  We stop and watch for a while.  We are asked where we are from and the answer of Australia brings smiles for another cricket loving country.  Sign language helps us understand where the boundaries lie: beyond the trees is a six; first terrace is a four.  

We continue on our walk to Old Altit Town.   The town sits below and right up against Altit Fort, the subject of my next blog.  As we walk through the town we see a courtyard with many women sitting around chatting to one another.  They are all wearing the traditional, embroidered Hunza hat, over which they place their dupatta (scarf).  Read my previous blog on the Hunza Valley if you want to see one of these hats up close.

I ask if I can take some photos.  The rest of my group, all men, are not allowed in.  I walk around smiling and saying hello, my Urdu is poor, they don’t know English.  As I point to my camera some agree to have their photo taken.  One woman points to her face and from her expression seems to say why would I want to take her photo.  I nod and smile, she smiles and agrees to have her photo taken – it is my favourite portrait that I have taken in Pakistan.  I would like to stay but my group is waiting, I say my goodbyes.  They laugh and keep talking.  After a long day working it is wonderful to see them taking a moment to sit and chat with their friends.  

Green poplars, dusty roads, surrounded by mountains

Local cricket pitch - unforgiving surface!

A fellow cricket lover who was happy to help out with questions on boundaries.

Small cobbler business

Chicken shop - didn’t stay to see a purchase

Central pond in Old Altit Town. This pond freezes over in winter.

Gateway to the women’s courtyard

Language may have been a barrier but we all smiled and laughed

Old Altit Town

Looking down into Old Altit Town from Altit Fort. You can just see part of the women’s courtyard in the top, left corner

Houses made of wood, mud and mud bricks, small courtyards and gardens, flat roofs for sitting, washing and water tanks