Friends and Art…

Photograph © Jeremy Wade Shockley 2013. 

I recently pulled a number of images for the Open Shutter Gallery’s themed exhibition, Shadow. Ultimately using a set of images taken with high contrast Black & white film during my years in Africa. Never-the-less this image was set aside for its complexity, strong shadows, and the intimacy that I personally fell this photograph evokes.

The picture was taken a few days prior to my wedding in Guatemala, while traveling with close friends in the colonial tourist town of Antigua. We ordered cafes at a new “western” style bistro off the main plaza, just to escape the heat more than anything I suppose. Looking back at the La Ruta Maya essay, I feel this picture is representative of another culture, the culture of tourism which is alive and well throughout Central America and Guatemala.

To me this is very personal image of close friends, a memory of a moment that was, ultimately a frame from many frames – bringing me back to one of the best trips of my younger life.

In the Company of Friends.

Photographs © Jeremy Wade Shockley 2011

Good friends, good memories. I had the pleasure to be one of the groomsmen in my close friend, Nathan Moffatt’s wedding last summer, to be in front of someone else’s lens for a change! An opportunity to photograph the intimate moments shared amongst old friends whom I rarely see year to year. I wanted to take a moment to share some of those frames right here…enjoy the images.

Here’s to you Nathan and Ashley and all the adventures ahead!

Best, Jeremy


Photograph © Jeremy Wade Shockley 2010.

I took this photo of my close friend, Booms, on a return trip to the Mountain Kingdom in 2007. Booms is a kind, generous and loyal individual. He first came to me seeking help with some reading assignments for school, after some time we would pass the evenings together pitching horseshoes outside of my small hut in the village of Ha Mohatlane, sharing quarts of pilsner and a few stories. Booms is the silent type.

Near the end of my two years in Lesotho, Booms took as much interest in my photography it seemed, as I did, and became the closest thing to a fixer as I have known. We would spend hours during the weekend, visiting distant friends and relatives of his in neighboring communities, seeking subject material to put in front of my lens. Inevitably- my spoken Sosotho would reach apparent limitations-Booms was also my interpreter. During the week, he would often stop in to relax, particularly when any of my American Expatriates happened into town for a few days. Booms and I were friends.

This photo is a record of an afternoon spent at the home of Eddy Lesenyehoe, cold beers in the African heat, the sound of children and stories. I was content to be home, content to be back on African soil. A moment that no longer exists outside of this image.