Framing moments

Wow, so it's been pretty much a year since my last real post. Well here it goes again.


Someone was taking a photo of me the other day and it made me wonder how strange a photo is. I mean, isn't it a weird concept that people, things, places, feelings, memories and moments can be squashed into one frame?

The frame is of course physically flat - on a piece of photo paper, your phone, a computer screen - but at the same time, with so many layers. The flat version is available to everyone, but the layered, who is able to read it?

Not even the photographer and the photographed will see the same photo. The layers of thought, instance and relativity to one another changes the entire scope of what that photo is and what it means.

Photos cannot simply be images, but much more complex than that. The flat version will transform with consideration, even something you simply spot in a magazine or on a social network. It's hard to just skim past without your mind jumping to piece things together - the image, your relationship to it, how the colours or lines make something or the other more prominent.

Today, with all the available technology and media, billions of photos are being taken every day* and often shared, that all these stories are being thrown into the air (or rather, into the big scary world of the internet), and lines are crossing, jumbling, scrambling. Does the multitude of photos cause them lose meaning, or does it depend on the photo? Or does this highly saturated sphere enhance our lives in its cross overs of moments, stories and lives?


*Totally just made up that statistic.

Okay, I lied.

Okay, so I guess I lied before when I said I was back, huh?

This time I'm back for real. But first, I think, will be a revamp of the page. (What was I thinking with this colour scheme?)

Thank you to those who've dropped past and just read random past pieces. I appreciate you sticking around even in my absence.

Oh, look! I've completed some of those checklist items!

I'll be back soon. (Promise.)

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