Stories of Ourselves
October 1st, 2013

As a pretend photographer, I most definitely love photos. I like being able to capture a moment, and then being able to look back on it as a memory. I like that it’s tangible, physical, and unchanging. Photos provide a proof of our existence. They capture a moment in time and leave it unchanged, as perfect as the moment they were shot.

We can look back on a photo next week, next year, 50 years from now, and aside from some inevitable color fading, it is a moment in time left on an infinite pause.

For someone like me, with a poor memory and a busy rushed about schedule, it’s almost necessary to have some photos, or I would forget a lot more! Looking back I can remember back to a certain day, and photos help reinforce memories in that way.

Photos can provide the visual to our story; they tell a truth because they never change. The key thing is, only in that moment are photos truthful.

If it isn’t the people that have changed, it can be our memory of the past, so there are two sides. Either reality changes, or our perception of it does. The physical photo is the only thing that remains the same.

People change and although they may look the same, there is a conflict between the person in the photo, and the actual present person. Photos are only wonderful to remind of us the past so long as it is still in some ways applicable to the present. I guess my greatest example of this would be seeing past photos of friends or relationships, and then when things turn not as planned, and it is painful to look back on those photos. Photos held a truth in that moment [the camera only captures what it sees], but when present reality has shifted, and that past truth no longer applies, it is hidden away to hopefully be forgotten. Reality has changed and the connection between a past photo and the present is severed.

The other possibility is when a photo represents one thing, and what we remember is actually different. If there is a smile, the camera will capture a smile. However, a smile does not mean the person was actually happy. We see happy photos and we like to think we were happy. Our perception of what our own past was is skewed by what highlights of the past were preserved. Of 365 days a year we take even 50 photos, and only one on any one day, then there are still 315 days unrecorded. Yet 20 years later, all we have is those 50 photos, well then there is bound to be some bias as to what we remember about that year.

As much as I love taking photos and remembering, even an unchanging photograph can do little other than represent one version of our story, but nothing can ever fully represent the truth outside of presently living.

Never have regrets because at one point everything you did in life was exactly what you wanted.

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This is my personal site to post some stuff – stuff that is so random I can’t really be any more specific. But if you care for photos of food, panoramas, my day, or just the thoughts that go on in my head, please stay!

I love to travel, bake, burn time on tumblr, read, cafe questing, and run around pretending to be a photographer. I also have a thing for Japanese, classical music, and food. Wherever I am and whatever I’m doing, I hope to do it with a smile, see new things, do everything, and just experience and take it all in.