By Micheal Edols

Carol and I had adventured many a mile together as collaborators and friends. We had a passion for the fall of light and both drew our subjects within their natural environment. Carol's camera in fact had become an extension of herself, which she carried as naturally as others wore their handbag.

During her far too short-lived life, she should have became the maverick of establishment photography and in deed, its my point of view that Carol had the potentual to have been Australia's Eve Arnold. Yet her work did in her life time found it's way to the Melbourne Art Gallery.

Here is an unusual, even unexpected image of Carol. What I find interesting in regard to this image I give the ABC's Arts Show, is that her own camera is a mirror upon herself, it catches a playful spirit. She screamed out at me in playful objection the instant she knew I had her artist tool in my hands and the moment had been frozen.

In truth, Carol was like so many artists, tortured and at times in deep turmoil, yet for those who knew her, we loved her passion and her belief she was destined to make poetic reportage.

Like her own mantra she had defined herself by stamping on the back of her B/W prints 'Carol Jerrams Photographic Artist'.