Worth a Thousand Words
When examining the past, what do we see?
we see stories.
We see art. Writing. Photographs.
They are all but tiny moments strung together
through the boundless fabric of time.
Some of my fondest childhood memories are when my mother would pull out her boxes and boxes of old film photos so we could peruse them together. I was incredibly fascinated by the fact that something as seemingly unimportant as a photograph could provide such an intimate glimpse into the past. Someday, I hope that if ever I have a daughter, I can share similar moments with her.
Lately, I have developed a bit of an obsession with film, because it's a method of photography that allows you to physically interact with what you are creating in a way that digital photography isn't. I find that when shooting film, I am much more mindful with my shutter. I am more appreciative of what I am experiencing and more present in the moments I seek to capture.
These are some images from my mother's collection.
Someday I will share some of my own.