Looking back on life can be a bit daunting without the aid of photographs. Memories bend, fade and distort with the passage of time, but photographs never lie. Although, to be fair, they do not tell the whole story, nor do they tell part of it. They represent a partial moment of reality, seen through a circular lens and a rectangular opening, caught frozen by an electronic sensor or chemical emulsion.
Photos are open to interpretation. Three people may see three different things from within the same image. Scanning, printing or copying them leads to decay of originality, and nothing remains but the eye's ability to see the image and the brain's ability to interpret it.
So, a moment is enjoyed only as it occurs, and it is a nebulous thing since it is gone once you realize it even occurred. Memories are not to be relied upon, and photographs only record a fraction of what was.
So, in conclusion. Screw it. You will not live to remember it forever anyway, and this whole post is depressing enough as it is.
Photos are open to interpretation. Three people may see three different things from within the same image. Scanning, printing or copying them leads to decay of originality, and nothing remains but the eye's ability to see the image and the brain's ability to interpret it.
So, a moment is enjoyed only as it occurs, and it is a nebulous thing since it is gone once you realize it even occurred. Memories are not to be relied upon, and photographs only record a fraction of what was.
So, in conclusion. Screw it. You will not live to remember it forever anyway, and this whole post is depressing enough as it is.
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