Photography is …many things to many people. A few of us agree on it being awesome when we manage to record and forever immortalize moments and people that mean a lot to us. Often we use this notion to monetize on it …”come let us, the photographers, record your fond memories and immortalize the big moments in your lives,” and as impressive as it is to see someone moved to tears by the images you created of them years ago …it does not compare to you yourself digging up your own past among long forgotten images and to find moments so well preserved that it makes you wonder if you were indeed already that good at doing it, or if photography perhaps did it itself, on its own.
I enjoy the humbling moments when this happens to me. It gives me hope in the times when I look upon my work and I can not find words to describe it more akin to vomit …so as to express how much I fall short of what it is I envision to create and feel I can not find a way to do it. And then I find an image from long ago and it fills my heart with gladness that I captured it. It helps me feel like all those bottled moments were not in vain.
The most powerful such moments are the ones spent with things lost. My friend Marko used to own this Leica. Back then he would find the thought of shooting anything but film appalling and would often tease me for not using a “real camera.” I miss that version of him sometimes. But although I’d never find the patience to shoot film, nor be able to part with the versatility of a digital file, I loved that camera, how it looked, how it felt, what it stood for. And I am ever so glad that I believe I managed to portray it here in a way that made it justice.
#IAmThankful for the moments such as these. #thanksgiving
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