What Is It About Photography?
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What is it about photography?
What is it about translating the world in such a way that draws us in? What is it about an image that can erupt emotions from within, that can immerse our minds in a moment, that can make us feel like we are there? What is it about photography that can instill such a place as if a memory for those who will never be there?
For myself, photography has become a log. A log of the adventures, of the moments and of the memories before they slip away. The sight of these entries to my imaginary journal reignite all of the same thoughts from those places even if they had long since faded away. The sounds, the smells, the breeze blowing on my cheek all come rushing back and flooding my senses once again.
As this log continues to place dots upon a map, I notice my style of photography change throughout time. A natural evolution I suppose, but one that happened so slowly I barely noticed until of late. I noticed myself wanting my work to show my views in a different way. I realized not that this view is as razor sharp as it once were, that the hustle and bustle started wearing down the edges. There has become more broader views replacing the pin points of vision that once filled the portfolios. A blur, a whirlwind, a flurry of rushing around all intermingled and intertwined with so many periods of time standing still only to ramp right back up and fly away.
I feel as if this small collection reflects that. The hurry up, the wait, the rushing about just to sit and watch. All of the moments of absolute adrenaline followed by absolute flatlining.
The log continues to grow with each adventure, but the stories it tells look a little different these days.
What is it about translating the world in such a way that draws us in? What is it about an image that can erupt emotions from within, that can immerse our minds in a moment, that can make us feel like we are there? What is it about photography that can instill such a place as if a memory for those who will never be there?
For myself, photography has become a log. A log of the adventures, of the moments and of the memories before they slip away. The sight of these entries to my imaginary journal reignite all of the same thoughts from those places even if they had long since faded away. The sounds, the smells, the breeze blowing on my cheek all come rushing back and flooding my senses once again.
As this log continues to place dots upon a map, I notice my style of photography change throughout time. A natural evolution I suppose, but one that happened so slowly I barely noticed until of late. I noticed myself wanting my work to show my views in a different way. I realized not that this view is as razor sharp as it once were, that the hustle and bustle started wearing down the edges. There has become more broader views replacing the pin points of vision that once filled the portfolios. A blur, a whirlwind, a flurry of rushing around all intermingled and intertwined with so many periods of time standing still only to ramp right back up and fly away.
I feel as if this small collection reflects that. The hurry up, the wait, the rushing about just to sit and watch. All of the moments of absolute adrenaline followed by absolute flatlining.
The log continues to grow with each adventure, but the stories it tells look a little different these days.