While I was taking pictures this weekend, I remembered I hadn't posted shots for while. Actually, since March. So I cleaned up the camera's memory card and uploaded to Kodak Gallery.
Here are the latest photos from March to Yesterday!
A lot of people ask me why I take so many photos. Sometimes I try the same shot several times. I tell them that all photographers take tons of pictures, then they pick one or two that are the absolute best. They look for that sparkle in the eye, that fleeting smile, the perfectly accidental wisp of hair across the face. I'm not a professional by far! But I love to take photos and on a digital camera memory is cheap. I post all of the decent photos (not the blurry, dark, or unfavorable ones) to kodak gallery because the idea is for the viewer to select his own favorites and order their own prints. That way my family can have the pictures they like best.
A lot of people ask me why I take so many photos. Sometimes I try the same shot several times. I tell them that all photographers take tons of pictures, then they pick one or two that are the absolute best. They look for that sparkle in the eye, that fleeting smile, the perfectly accidental wisp of hair across the face. I'm not a professional by far! But I love to take photos and on a digital camera memory is cheap. I post all of the decent photos (not the blurry, dark, or unfavorable ones) to kodak gallery because the idea is for the viewer to select his own favorites and order their own prints. That way my family can have the pictures they like best.
Kids really do grow up fast. I was looking at N's pictures from last year, and she looks so tiny compared to now. She's had a camera in her face since the minute she was born. I think it is my own fear that something wonderful and happy will happen and I won't have a picture of it to remember. Some people will say that you will always have your memories. We tend to recreate our memories around photographs, filling in the space between the lines. But my grandfather has Alzheimer's and he doesn't have any memories left. He can't even talk about them. All that's left are the photos of happier times with his family. When he's gone, at least the photos are a testiment to his existence.
I guess I am evidencing N's path through life, I'm proving her existence. Giving her something she can sit down with her grandchildren and try to tell the story behind the photo.
That's why I can't take enough pictures of her.
2 comments:
Every time you take a picture eternity is stolen and given to mortals.
Well, they're the ones that need it, right?
To me, pictures are priceless.
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