Pictures...
Feb. 25th, 2006 08:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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morlock and I have had an ongoing discussion/argument about the point of taking pictures, specifically of people, which is something I've always liked doing, much to the chagrin of those around me at the time. Various arguments for doing so was capturing on film/1s and 0s, a moment in time, a moment that will never be repeated in quite the same way again. And capturing people in that moment is really why anyone takes pictures. Parents do it because kids grow up, and the older I get the shorter a span of time 18 years seems to me... my first thought is the fact that sundart's parents keep complete 8x10 retrospectives of their kids growing up in the picture frames that house their most recent photos, so if you open the back of sunny's pic, you'll find her entire childhood summarized in black and white and that odd early 80s/late 70s red toned color palette.
There are several lines in the movie One Hour Photo (which is really good and fabulously creepy - definitely recommend renting it) that sum up the importance of pictures, my favorite being "If these pictures have anything important to say to future generations, it's this: I was here. I existed. I was young, I was happy, and someone cared enough about me in this world to take my picture." Basically how I feel about it.
I write this because I was google searching stuff and I ran across a picture on my web site that I hadn't looked at in a while... the people in the photo are different now, but then they stand, trying to look serious for the picture, but if you look closely at it you can see bits of them leaking out, the small exasperated and yet happy ghost of a smile on one, a beam of pure radiance barely contained in a somewhat more sedate expression on the other. It's a picture I'd been ambivalent about in the past, but am now glad I have, just for those expressions of barely held back excitement and the mischief of sitting on a secret.
More photographic rumination will be postponed due to the fact that I have to go to work today. *sigh*
morlock and I have had an ongoing discussion/argument about the point of taking pictures, specifically of people, which is something I've always liked doing, much to the chagrin of those around me at the time. Various arguments for doing so was capturing on film/1s and 0s, a moment in time, a moment that will never be repeated in quite the same way again. And capturing people in that moment is really why anyone takes pictures. Parents do it because kids grow up, and the older I get the shorter a span of time 18 years seems to me... my first thought is the fact that sundart's parents keep complete 8x10 retrospectives of their kids growing up in the picture frames that house their most recent photos, so if you open the back of sunny's pic, you'll find her entire childhood summarized in black and white and that odd early 80s/late 70s red toned color palette.There are several lines in the movie One Hour Photo (which is really good and fabulously creepy - definitely recommend renting it) that sum up the importance of pictures, my favorite being "If these pictures have anything important to say to future generations, it's this: I was here. I existed. I was young, I was happy, and someone cared enough about me in this world to take my picture." Basically how I feel about it.
I write this because I was google searching stuff and I ran across a picture on my web site that I hadn't looked at in a while... the people in the photo are different now, but then they stand, trying to look serious for the picture, but if you look closely at it you can see bits of them leaking out, the small exasperated and yet happy ghost of a smile on one, a beam of pure radiance barely contained in a somewhat more sedate expression on the other. It's a picture I'd been ambivalent about in the past, but am now glad I have, just for those expressions of barely held back excitement and the mischief of sitting on a secret.
More photographic rumination will be postponed due to the fact that I have to go to work today. *sigh*
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I ADORE your pictures!!!
Date: 2006-02-26 01:47 am (UTC)that is pretty much how I look on some mornings . . .truly (when I hit 40, well, I decided to stop perming my hair and go "natural". So . . .when one considers that the haircut I gave myself in December was the first one I had had in about oh. . . 6 or 7 months, you can imagine how my hair looks now (again. . . kinda like the Watermelon foto in the morning before I jump in the shower! LOL!!!) so thanks for reminding me of myself . . .
Also love the photo on yr user pager with snowy afro! Nice!
Keep clicking away! You're a very talented photographer (whereas I'm a FAILED photographer, but it's all good. I had my "run" before I had that very necessary darkroom realization that I did not have the talent to become the next Annie Leibowitz (my role model. You should see some of the photos she shot in the latest issue of Vanity Fair, esp. the pic of George Clooney . . . I won't spoil it for you, but check it out and tell me whatcha think!
And, as for "One Hour Photo" I understand it's a great movie, but I have a hard time wanting to see Robin Williams as a weirdo/psycho photo stop employee. I remember seeing a preview or trailer of it once and the what little I saw made me feel so uncomfortable that I have never looked at the folks in the Walgreen photo stop (where I get my film developed or copies of photos made. . .) the same way ever again. . .
Seriously.
Anyway, gotta go rodeo . . . have a great weekend!
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Date: 2006-02-27 03:48 pm (UTC)Also, I am constantly amazed by your photographic skills. Go you.
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