Photography in My Life
So I came across this video on Youtube somewhat recently, and it got me to thinking about what photography does within the world we live in right now.
Before I even get to it I'll give you the chance to watch it by clicking here (or just below this) and just let you come to your own conclusion as to what the words being said really mean.
Finished? Welcome back.
Now, maybe my view on this term by Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows is a little biased purely because this is really what I do for a living; regularly reaching for a camera to capture moments that you can feel fading as they are happening. I fall within the archetype that's being described here, where I almost feel obligated to be taking these photos outside of "working" and to kind of show that the moments of my life are just a little more interesting than they were maybe the day before.
Taking these moments in hope that they turn into an interesting story in the end.
Photography in this way plays an interesting role in where it may inhibit our ability to truly be in the moment we are hoping to capture, but also serves as a way to actually remember the moment happening--a key to the locked away time of the past. This is what intrigues me the most when I go to an event, whether it be a concert, or a wedding--everyone has there phones out, and seems to be living with that screen in front of them, rather than being present in the show. Now, I'm not bashing or condemning this action. I'm guilty of doing the exact thing whenever I would attend a show, and I see how it really interferes with the experience, and more often than not I ended up getting very distorted audio, or garbage photos that I just never end up looking at ever again until I'm contemplating whether I should delete them from my phone or not because I'm running low on space.
So why bother taking them at all?
Well, I think there are two main reasons why I end up continuing to take these really bad phone photos I know I'll never look at again.
The first really is just how your mind remembers what has transpired. Even as it's happening it's never quite 100% of exactly what had happened. As time goes on the accuracy of that memory goes down drastically and you ever only remember fragments of that moment that all seem to go together, but there are large pieces that fit between those that create a whole picture.
And secondly because I want to have something to show for that moments I was apart of.
But as I mentioned before, I wasn't really apart of that moment. There was a screen between myself and the act happening. If anything this whole second reason behind taking photos is entirely superfluous, and really just stems from fear of something good being gone as quickly as it came. Which I feel as if that's where the entire practice of photography originally stemmed from, but this isn't really a post about the history of photography, so I'll cut it here.
Until next time :)