A gentleman came from a far away land
And here on the bridge you’d see him each day
With his coat and hat
and his camera in hand
He photographed people passing his way
Arthur Fields is the man with the cameras
And for
fifty years it’s his pitch
He captures all those from the plain to the glamorous
Who pose for the man on the bridge
Fathers
and mothers, sisters and brothers
Uncles and aunties, friends and lovers
Family re-unions and Holy communions
Events
great and small - he recorded them all
Tho’ many passed over, lots are still living
And the memories
in each picture keep giving
And for us it’s an honour and a rare kind of privilege
To share the life’s
work of the man on the bridge
And here’s a young couple engaged to be married
And here’s a baby in arms
being carried
The homecoming exile - kids out out on the tear
For all these the man on the bridge was there
Now
far and wide his photos are found
In countless collections he figures
We remember the faces time hasn’t worn
down
And they still look out from his pictures
Tho’ sadly for some a print that’s long-faded
Of a time
and a face may be all that remains
Our world is the better for an archive so rich
As the work done by Arthur - the
man on the bridge
© Des Wade 2014