Been looking through my photo archives the past few days. One was to look for a baptism photo of our youngest child for a school project. The other was for choosing files to be uploaded in an online server. Reason for this was so I can get my photos anytime and anywhere I need to go online even without using my personal laptop with me.
It seems to me, as I travel through the past via the photos that there are very few photos with me in it. Not because I don’t want to be captured because I need effective diet pills to trim down but because I’m always the one “capturing the memories.
For me, photos are not just there to prove one has been to a certain place or has met an interesting person or has eaten a certain dish with the photos to prove a point. For me, taking photos is a way to “freeze” time and to capture a fleeting moment: be it a warm smile, an elusive butterfly or a lovely sunset sky.
I don’t care if others tell me I have more photos of flowers and the sky than of people standing in line for a photo opp. I kid you not, someone told me that.
One of the movies that touched my heart is “The Lovely Bones” where Susie, the lead character said:
“I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found how to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it.”
— Alice Sebold (The Lovely Bones)
Do you love taking photos?
