Strange how strong the instinct is, to see something
incredible, and reach for a camera or a phone with a camera. As if to lend it
some credibility, to prove that it's real, that 'I WAS HERE.'
We live our lives in moments. Those rare experiences we stop
to notice, and carry with us, in the hopes of stringing them together, trying
to tell a story. But even in the moment, you can feel it start to fade.
So you try to capture it, and convert it into something that
will last longer than just a flash. And over time a photo feels more real than
its subject. It lets you build a version of the world that you can take with
you.
A world flattened, and simple. A world that doesn't change. That
fits in the frame. A little brighter and more colorful. With everything under
control.
You can travel the globe looking for memories, and still
find yourself standing behind a camera waiting for the world to hold still.
With every click of the shutter, you're trying to press
Pause on your life. If only so you can feel a little more comfortable moving on
living in a world stuck on Play.
A part of you knows you can't take it with you but that
doesn't stop you from trying. "What if I could stay just a little
longer?" "What if we didn't have to go?"
We try to capture moments as if we're afraid they'll escape,
but they'll get away eventually.
Take one last look. One more shot. So years from now you can
flip back through, and try to relive it all over again.
But maybe even then, you'll be thinking to yourself, "Ah
well. I guess you had to be there."
TJ
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