the beginnings of a thought i had during ap lit but didn’t have the guts to say aloud in fear of butchering the idea with my poorly thought out ramblings:
it seems to me that photographs are a comfort for those who fear losing the clarity of a memory. while the exact details of a memory may slowly blur over time, the photograph remains crystal clear, a perfectly preserved fossil of sorts.
take photographs of food, for example. when presented with a beautifully presented dish, people are almost afraid to disturb the plate, as though moving a single garnish will destroy the dish forever and rob it of its deliciousness. yet, as soon as they take a photograph, any qualms they may have had disappear and they tear into the dish, devouring it without a care for its former aesthetic glory. and it sort of makes sense. even if what’s left of the meal is the remnants of a sauce and a limp green leaf, they have the comfort of knowing that if they want, they can always turn the camera on and admire what the dish looked like before. the thought process seems to be that the camera captures all the beauty of the moment, and as soon as the shutter clicks and the image is captured, the real life subject of the photograph, in this case the food, loses its beauty and becomes an everyday, mundane thing. which is the complete opposite of how we should be thinking. real beauty exists in the present as the moment happens, not in a fake photograph of an ideal. nothing can beat the freshness and excitement of a memory as it is happening, and taking a photograph to remember the moment only cheapens the memory.
the day that we become dependent on photographs to remember special moments is the day we begin to live in the past rather than the present. and that would be a shame indeed.
i will never look at statues the same way again. stoopid doctor who
on the flip side, happy [belated] new year! didnt even realize it was the 31st until i heard fireworks going off outside. and by then it was the 1st. another new year wasted. if i remember correctly my last new year was spent taking a ten second break from college apps to flail my arms around half-heartedly before resuming my last minute essays. ah well then.