Beautiful. I, too, imagine my images to capture still sentiments. As if a photograph can hold an essence, or how the going about of a day made me feel, or how it felt to finally arrive at a sought after destination.
I wonder if myth or legend transpires more or less from still, purposeful images of crosses in Rome (or Jerusalem) or from accidental, quick snap shots of hair across ones face in front of a cafe chair in a garden. Is the myth born because the photo lacks remembrance, and when the photo holds enough substance entirely the true nature of the context of the image is held more in tact?
Beautiful. I, too, imagine my images to capture still sentiments. As if a photograph can hold an essence, or how the going about of a day made me feel, or how it felt to finally arrive at a sought after destination.
I wonder if myth or legend transpires more or less from still, purposeful images of crosses in Rome (or Jerusalem) or from accidental, quick snap shots of hair across ones face in front of a cafe chair in a garden. Is the myth born because the photo lacks remembrance, and when the photo holds enough substance entirely the true nature of the context of the image is held more in tact?
Lovely thoughts Ky. Thank you.