Yorkshire Dales National Park, Yorkshire, England
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Tamara Dean, who is amazing Australian photographer, says “Very happy to receive the news that my portrait of Neil Gaiman is a finalist in the ‘National Photographic Portrait Prize’!”
I am impressed and proud of her. I love these photographs. I was incredibly tired, the wind did the strangest things to my hair, and I was being photographed in a back alley behind my publishers in Sydney… and somehow everything worked: the light, the wind, the way the back alley transmuted itself into a futuristic backdrop, even the tiredness helped, because I just did whatever Tamara asked without thinking about what was happening. I hope she wins the National Photographic Portrait Prize, but even if she doesn’t, so thrilled for her that it was a finalist.
Okay, I’ll admit, almost every portrait of Neil Gaiman is a portrait I wish I’d shot, but this is one I really wish I’d shot. Good luck to Tamara Dean! It’s a great piece of work.