Transformation – The Final Images

From a very young age I was always fiercely independent. I didn’t know what I wanted or how I was going to get it but I knew I wanted to go much further than most of the women in my family.


As I watched the feminist movement gain momentum and women fight for equality I wanted to be part of it. I had no intention of living a life of domestic mediocrity or financial dependency. Oh no, not me!

Forward it a few years and there I was… fresh out of university, working for a multinational coorporation on the other side of the world where gender equality was respected and I could ‘fulfill my potential’. But guess what? The role of a 21st Century Woman is much more complex.

The feminist movement gave us, women, plenty of opportunities and the chance to be what ever we wanted to be … except that society wanted us to do it in addition to being what we were always meant to be.

We are mums, educators, house keepers, lovers. We are the main shoppers in the household and we are still the first point of contact at our children’s school.

Women nowadays often have a career, a family, pets that need looking after. Society also expects them to look be fit and look good, to cook well, to always be well groomed and kept… oh and our husbands expect us to be sex kittens too.. in short, in today’s world we are expected to almost have super hero qualities.

So I realised that, like super heros, we transform into different forms each day and according to the roles we are expected to perform.

That’s when I decided that since I, like countless women nowadays, am Super I might as well wear an outfit… ok, ok I just needed an excuse!

I discussed this topic with my husband, as always he had a totally different view from me. He pointed out that feminism also allowed the lines of gender role, traditional roles to blur and that men nowadays also ‘transform’. Some have become house-husbands, nannies.

Maybe, just maybe he is right and we all are a little bit ‘Super’

Paula, xx






Time-Lapse in search of transformation

Time was ticking, my assignment deadline was approaching and I still couldn’t shake off the persistent idea of the modern day woman transforming on a daily basis… maybe the modern day men transform too?

I was still undecided when we had a lesson on time-lapse and, for those who know me well, it is no surprise I did a sunset time-lapse, a sunrise time-lapse (it didn’t work that well). This exercise allowed me to explore aspects of photography in a way i had never done before, including a whole new technical side to my camera I never knew!

Sure I enjoyed doing time-lapse but it was at this point I realised the ‘Transformation’ I wanted for my assignment was not quite of this kind.

Attempt 1:

At first I went to Isabella Plantation as I adore watching the various ducks, waterfowls returning to the water at first light. To my disappointment there were more tourists and dog walkers than ducks at the Still Pond on this particular Sunday… a total joy for People Watching!

Attempt 2:

Determined to let no one spoil my fun this time round, I left home just before dawn and went to Hampton Court Bridge. I parked by the Palace and waited for the sun to make an appearance. I never tire of watching the miracle that is the sunrise, something I have been doing since I was a very young child.

The first time I saw the sun rising was on a road trip with my father. He died shortly after and I guess seeing the sunrise brings me that little closer to him.

It turns out the weather wasn’t quite as clear as I had wanted but there was something moody about this time-lapse. I was quite surprised to see how much the boat moves. Love the clouds too!

Attempt 3:

For this time-lapse I did want people. I wanted to see how they enjoy Richmond Hill at the end of the day. I was also hoping to capture a beautiful sky, the motion of the river, the clouds and hopefully a boat or too.

In the end, I didn’t do too badly and was rather pleased BUT the little voice in my head still whispered ‘women, daily transformation, societal expectations’ and that is when I knew it was time to go back to my initial idea.

I’m ready to take on my final task.

Paula, x