Damaged Goods

As I opened the fridge, there it was—
my pear, bruised and staring back at me.
We locked eyes, or so it seemed,
each of us worn, each a little scarred.

I knew exactly how it felt,
damaged, but somehow still whole.
Not perfect, no—marked from its journey,
a little beaten, a little bent.

In its quiet way, it understood me too,
how we carry on despite the scars,
still sweet, still whole in our way,
not flawless, but enough.

Inspired by my pear, this photo project sought to juxtapose how some of us feel. A little worn, scarred, bruised, but that doesn’t stop us from throwing on a patch and cracking on.

Our scars are proof that we are stronger than the challenges we have faced. If you have scars, you’ve likely had adventures, challenges, high highs and low lows - a life worth living.

I hope you can relate to my damaged goods and next time you see a beat up apple, just say ‘me too friend’.

Luke

The Cadbury Chronicles: Tales from the Fridge

When we were little snappers, there was always a shimmering Cadbury treasure tucked away in the fridge, just waiting for Dad to claim. Oh, but did he know the fridge had other, far sneakier visitors—my brother and I! By nightfall, the kitchen transformed into our playground, where we'd tiptoe like mischievous burglars, hearts racing, and snatch our golden loot from under Dad’s nose!

“Cadbury is God's chocolate! Everything else is pure rubbish!” Dad would bellow with conviction, his eyes ablaze with devotion. And who could argue? Inspired by Dad’s unwavering loyalty to the almighty Cadbury, this shoot is a sweet tribute to his favourites, captured in my bold, raw, and minimal style.

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