A single photo.
An instant, captured forever.
A mere jiffy of the never ending scope of time, snatched out of the flow and immortalised.
The essences of every being, every object of the scene caught and framed, to be praised and admired for longer than the scene itself remains intact.
But that's just it:
the scenes are never lost, never erased so long as their pictorial counterparts exist.
Each photo is a monument.
A monument to the past, to the beauty, to the very extravagance that lives in each and every millisecond of existence.
Photography exemplifies such.
The detail.
The detail of every frame of time is remarkable.
No two frames can ever be alike.
And such is life: never can there be two coincident glimpses of the same event.
Of the same phenomenon, for every single instant of time is a phenomenon.
And every single instant is worthy of picture.
Impossible, yes.
Which is simply why each and every photograph must be cherished and glorified for what it is:
a frozen fragment of the massive artistic project that is time.
(If a picture's worth a thousand words,
what's worth a thousand pictures?)
5 comments:
you amaze me. i love you.
haha I amaze you? :P
how is it that you have drawn from me all that i have ever been (a writer, a poet, a musician, a photographer) and expounded on it and improved upon it a gazillion times over ... the umbilical cord is truly an amazing thing (my talents and skills passed through to you!).
How is it that it's taken us this long to realise where my talents lie?
And for the record, I am not a gazillion times better than you in any of those categories, we just have different interests within each. You only value mine because it is different from your own.
:)
Yeah right ...
I hear songs in my head but I could never compose. I visual how I want the picture to look but the photograph is never as clear as the one in my mind. And I only write really well when I am hugely stressed.
Face it - you're way better than me!
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