Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving.
What you have caught on film is captured forever…
it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.
~ Aaron Siskind ~
Our memories can be selective and based upon our perspective. Some details are easily forgotten while others cling to our minds. We relive feelings, both good and bad, as we recall a moment. And if we close our eyes – we can almost taste or see a particularly memorable event when thinking of it. Unfortunately, all those perceptions may not be the same as someone else.
This difference doesn’t necessarily mean one person is lying though. It just means they saw it a different way or at a another perspective.
I have said on many occasions, that if you have two people and one situation, you will have three stories. Each person will have their perspective of course, and somewhere in the middle generally lies the simple, unfiltered facts.
It makes sense when you think about it, and often, I think this difference is best described by comparing it to photography.
Take a look at the three iPhone macro photography shots of some peppers from my garden. Each picture is different. Yet, they are the same peppers. And I would bet, that if you gave these peppers to another photographer, they would capture yet another view. In fact, there are probably countless ways to photograph the same thing.
This factor makes life incredibly fun, and yet frustrating. From cooking to politics, people can find vast variety when looking at the same things. Some may find one idea/picture/song/etc motivating and uplifting while another finds the same boring and offensive. And then, there are probably even more views somewhere in the middle. Essentially, no one sees things the same way. As unique human beings, this should be expected though. We all think, feel, and love differently. Therefore, our perspectives will almost always vary.
The magic with photography (and several other mediums of art) is that our perspective is captured. Through our pictures, we freeze time. We paint a view of our feelings. We create a sense of texture. We open a window to those who were not there. We invite a peek into our minds. That moment is now fact, forever, and we created it. It is no longer our perception alone, but the perception of all those who ssw our work. To me, that is empowering.
I can replace bland with beauty and boring with wonder. I can invite people to places that they would have likely ignored. I can spread magic into hearts that have grown tired. Overall, I can (hopefully) reveal just how amazing life and the world can still be, and make someone regain a little hope and motivation to continue. Because, maybe from their perspective, it just hasn’t looked that good.
September is suicide prevention month in the Army, and I guess this was on my mind. Yet, I didn’t realize it until the last couple of paragraphs.
But that is the way my Thursday phoneography posts it seems. I pick a picture and just write and see where it takes me.
I hope this post finds whoever it is supposed to. May you find some comfort and know, you are not alone.