All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget. In this — as in other ways — they are the opposite of paintings. Paintings record what the painter remembers. Because each one of us forgets different things, a photo more than a painting may change its meaning according to who is looking at it.
August 11th - the days of our lives
Most things in life are moments of pleasure and a lifetime of embarrassment; photography is a moment of embarrassment and a lifetime of pleasure.
Our lives are filled with images. They’re everywhere--on our phones, on television, on the side of the road. Pictures of celebrities. Pictures of athletes. Pictures of just about everything.
I’ve got shoe boxes full of old pictures before the days of digital cameras and my computer is full of photos I’ve taken since then. Most of the pictures are of happy times and special occasions like birthdays and holidays. Seldom to we ever take pictures of bad times or sad times.
Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.
It never fails to amaze me how people do change yet when we haven’t seen them in a long time their image remains the same in my mind. Some of my grandchildren are growing in leaps and bounds and when I think of the last time I saw them as compared to now you’d hardly know who they were.
A lot of my photos are of the view from my porch. Documenting the seasons with flowers blooming or snow coming down. I have pictures of the trees, bare and grey in winter, leaf buds popping out in spring, in full leaf of summer and beautifully colored in the fall. There isn’t much in my life that hasn’t been photographed.
A photograph is usually looked at — seldom looked into.