Comments on: On looking at photographs - II http://mindspinner.net/wordpress/archives/106/on-looking-at-photographs-ii/ If you find yourself here, hello. Fri, 10 Sep 2010 01:37:02 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.2 by: Squirrely Jedi http://mindspinner.net/wordpress/archives/106/on-looking-at-photographs-ii/#comment-250 Thu, 22 Dec 2005 03:19:55 +0000 http://mindspinner.net/wordpress/archives/106/on-looking-at-photographs-ii/#comment-250 I've always thought of photographs as observations of the world -- moments someone felt compelled to capture as a means of preserving something significant. Pictures take care of the petty details our brains are too taxed to keep track of, such as the color of the shirt so-and-so always wore, the way rooms in a special house were situated, the laughter resulting from some serendipitous moment. I agree with you about photographs being mute witnesses. The pictures on my wall are simply windows to the more important memories. It's sort of strange how photographs can have dual quatlities to them. I also think of family pictures as examples; most people would probably write happy stories to go along with photographs I do not find to be pleasant reminders. Can photographs render truths in their falsehoods? Such is still an observation, I suppose. But I'm getting too philosophical for my little brain to handle. It seems I still do not comprehend the depths of your talents, one who made her own wedding dress ;->. Always nice to come here and learn something. I’ve always thought of photographs as observations of the world — moments someone felt compelled to capture as a means of preserving something significant. Pictures take care of the petty details our brains are too taxed to keep track of, such as the color of the shirt so-and-so always wore, the way rooms in a special house were situated, the laughter resulting from some serendipitous moment.

I agree with you about photographs being mute witnesses. The pictures on my wall are simply windows to the more important memories. It’s sort of strange how photographs can have dual quatlities to them. I also think of family pictures as examples; most people would probably write happy stories to go along with photographs I do not find to be pleasant reminders. Can photographs render truths in their falsehoods? Such is still an observation, I suppose.

But I’m getting too philosophical for my little brain to handle. It seems I still do not comprehend the depths of your talents, one who made her own wedding dress ;->. Always nice to come here and learn something.

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