If you give this any thought at all, you’ll be quick to realize that photography is a time-bound craft.
We take pictures, obviously, of moments in our present. But as soon as we snap that shutter, in fractions of a second, those moments become memories and the present becomes the past.
When we look at photographs, we are in fact, viewing a slice of life, seemingly frozen, that live in the past
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Our ability to properly “read” these photographs is tied to our ability to understand and be empathetic with the photos of the past.
How cosmic that the only true raw materials any photographer has to work with, to create any kind of photography, is time and light.
I’ve been thinking quite a bit lately about the relentless march of time.
And how its unstoppable advances change our bodies, our minds, our spirits, and even life itself.
The clock is ticking.
Photographs, as you well know, don’t scientifically freeze time.
But they can visually and emotionally suspend it, in both analog and digital form, for our delight and amusement.
Taking photographs, at least how I see it, interrupts the flow of time.
And allows each of us, to enjoy, albeit briefly, both the pleasures and treasures of life on Planet Earth, just a tiny bit longer.
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Jack
