A Little bit of Myself Shared
I came into possession of an issue of Life Magazine from the Fall of 1988. The words of introduction about photography were so close to my heart so I'm sure they will resonate with you too.
"Recall a moment form your childhood. Recall a moment of joy. Recall a moment from yesterday. What you see are single frames in the album of memory. WE have always had photographs, but for millennia these pictures remained invisible to all but their maker. Then we invented the camera, and suddenly it became possible to see inside another's mind. Among the several astonishing uses of photography, the first is that it is the instrument through which we share memory. ... They capture emotion. A grin, a grimace, a tear, a frown, a hug. They record the past, its wars, its games, its glories, its injustices. They celebrate life."
This, to me, has always been the amazing thing about photos, they take you back in time, they make you feel. They can bring sudden happiness, tears to your eyes, blind rage, or my favourite, nostalgia. Whether the photos are crisp digital shots from our current point in time or a slightly blurry black and white in my Grandma's soft black photo album,
a simple photo, ink on paper,
is worth 1,000 words.