Hello, to everyone out there.
Welcome to my new web site and Blog. I’ll be using this place to share new and old photos, thoughts about photography, art, life, my adventures and snippets of my particular (or peculiar) style of wisdom. I hope you find it enjoyable, engaging and visually stimulating. I would, of course, appreciate any and all comments you might have and if you do enjoy it, by all means please share it with others.
A nice place to began this blog is by sharing to some very old images. These photos were not taken by me. Some were taken in the early 1900’s and borrowed from my grandmothers photo album the others were captured by my father. He used an Argus 35mm camera loaded with what at the time was a brand new product from Kodak…color slide film.
A wonderful thing I have learned about photography is how well it ages. As time passes photos gain new value and meaning by reminding us how different the world was. Like a crystal ball to the past we can peer back to the very moment the shutter was pressed suspending in time a fraction of a second from another era, a testimonial to how temporary our lives and the world as we know it really is. The environment, fashions and styles change drastically, the human experience however remains largely the same. I find comfort in this, it’s a gentle reminder to relax and try not to get stressed out and take myself too seriously. Everything changes and one day even the Sun will die.
I think it’s good to bear this in mind when shooting, editing and storing images. Sometimes what seems like a very mundane average image can take on new life and meaning with the passage of time, when some unknown eyes from the future are looking through the crystal ball of photography at your suspended moments of a distant past.
I remember hearing that the native Americans were superstitious about having their photographs taken because they thought it might capture their soul. I believe to some extent this is true. When I look into the eyes of people in old photographs it is like a window to their soul. I get a sense who they are (or were) and empathize with their lives and experience of that moment suspended in time. I know that they too had lives full of joys, love, fears and concerns, yet now all that remands is a ghostly image in an old photograph.
Then of course, a lot of photographs are just for fun, or beauty and art, or for no reason at all, except to be enjoyed. In the long run photography and life for that matter, are about having fun, spreading the love, sharing our lives, ideas and important stories with passion and enjoying a brief moment in time.
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I apologize right up front for any and all miss-spelled words, poor grammar and punctation. I have learned from my vast life experiences that these things are challenging for me. I’ll do the best I can and I welcome your corrections if you’re inclined. Thank you for your patience and understanding in this matter.