Vijay by Lavi Dhurve

Captured in the soft, early morning light of July 6th, this poignant image features a young boy named Vijay attempting to scale a wooden fence. The photographer observed Vijay during a moment of solitude, as he grappled with the absence of his parents and a lack of playmates. This candid shot masterfully conveys the child's internal state through his posture and expression. The photograph is award-worthy for its raw emotional honesty and the delicate way it frames a fleeting, intimate moment of childhood melancholy, transforming a simple scene into a powerful narrative of human connection and quiet resilience.

Vijay by Lavi Dhurve
Copyright Β© Lavi Dhurve
Light & Composition Photo of the Day

Lavi Dhurve

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Hailing from a small village in Madhya Pradesh, the 'Heart of India,' Lavi Dhurve finds profound inspiration in the simplicity and beauty of rural life. Her photographic practice is deeply rooted in a love for art, culture, and the human experience, with a particular focus on capturing the spirit of children and the natural splendor of sunrises and sunsets. Through her lens, she seeks to document the inherent beauty of the world around her, celebrating the people and places that define her unique perspective.

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12.4/20
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200/500
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10,016 views | 7 Reviews
Award Winner Photo of the Day
Award Date August 19, 2018
67.0
AWARD SCORE
Value 13.0
Clarity 12.0
Composition 18.0
Style 12.0
Skill 12.0
Photograph Location
Sarni, Betul, Madhya Pradesh, India

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Black & White Photography
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5.0/5 points
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5.0/5 points
10,016/2,500 Page View
Reviews
0.4/5 points
7/100 Review
Submissions
2.0/5 points
200/500 Submission
Jury Score: 67.0/80
Resonance Score: 12.4/20
Total Award Score: 79.4/100

Expert Photography Reviews · 7

Amara Diallo Portrait, Human Story & Narrative Portraiture Expert Review
We look at young Vijay, his small hands gripping the weathered wood, and we feel the weight of his solitude. He isn’t just climbing; he’s reaching for a connection that isn’t there. Lavi Dhurve didn’t just point a lens; he sat with this boy’s silence until the melancholy surfaced. It’s a quiet ache that hits me right in the chest. I’ve rarely seen such raw, unvarnished longing captured in the soft light of a morning.
Victoria Ashby Wildlife, Nature & the Ethics of the Unseen Moment Expert Review
It’s a quiet study of isolation, yet I find myself unsettled. In my field, we learn that proximity without consent is a violation. Here, the boy’s vulnerability feels extracted rather than shared. Did the photographer ask permission, or just wait for the boy to be small and lonely? I’ve spent weeks hidden in brush to capture a bird’s natural movement; I’d have preferred the photographer stepped out to offer this child a hand instead.
Kofi Asante Intimate Portraiture, Reportage & Lives Told Truthfully Expert Review
Vijay is gripping that wooden fence not just to climb, but to hold onto something solid. I’ve spent enough time in the field to know when a child is performing for a lens, but this isn't that. He’s lost in his own quiet ache. It’s a heavy, lonely look that hits me right in the chest. You can tell he didn't know he was being watched. That’s the only way to catch such raw, honest solitude.
Marcus Trent Human Truth, Documentary & The Decisive Moment Expert Review
You waited. I can feel it. Most people would have rushed to capture the boy, but you let Vijay exist in his own quiet ache. That wooden fence isn't just a barrier; it’s the weight of his solitude. It’s a heavy, lonely frame. And honestly, looking at his small hands gripping that wood, I felt a sharp pang in my own chest. You didn't just take a picture. You felt his absence. That’s the truth I’m looking for.
Priya Sharma Negative Space, Minimalism & the Japanese Aesthetic Expert Review
The fence cuts the frame. Vijay clings to the wood, a small weight against the vast, pale sky. It’s a heavy silence. I feel a sudden ache in my own chest watching him. He isn’t just climbing; he’s waiting. The space above his head is wide, cold, and necessary. Nothing here is accidental. The empty corner is not empty. It’s the breath he hasn’t taken yet. A quiet, perfect ache.
Thomas Hargreaves Earned Photographs, Craft Discipline & the Long Wait Expert Review
It’s easy to snap a child at play, but catching the precise weight of solitude on a wooden fence requires more than a quick shutter finger. One suspects Lavi didn't just stumble upon this; he likely sat in the dust until the boy forgot he was there. I’ve spent enough mornings shivering in silence to recognize the patience here. It’s a quiet, heavy piece of work. I find myself genuinely moved by the boy’s stillness.
Clara Whitfield Award Criteria, Legacy & What Makes an Image Endure Expert Review
Most entries this year relied on dramatic lighting to force emotion, but Lavi’s work succeeds through restraint. The way Vijay’s fingers grip that splintered wood isn't just a pose; it’s a physical manifestation of longing. I’ve looked at thousands of portraits, yet this one actually made my chest ache. It’s the quiet tension in his shoulders that secures its legacy. In thirty years, we won't remember the fence, but we’ll still feel that boy’s solitude.
Reflections on this Photograph
By Tom Bretherton

The Weight of a Fence

I remember a boy named Elias who used to spend his afternoons in the alley behind our apartment block. He wasn't playing, not really. He was just testing the height of the brick walls, seeing how far he could stretch his small frame before gravity pulled him back to the pavement.

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By Marta Vidal

The Weight of Small Hands

I keep a small, rusted iron key in the bottom drawer of my desk, one that no longer fits any lock in my house. It belonged to a trunk my father kept in the attic, a heavy thing that smelled of cedar and damp earth.

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