Tuesday, 14 April 2015

She Walks In Beauty

The captured image is for me much more than a tiny slice of time. I've been sharing with you for a while now the concept of photography as our living visual history, building a permanent story of our lives as we travel through them. Photos leave something of ourselves for others to know not just what we looked like, but for a photographer like myself, or anyone who has built up a large collection of images, it is an opportunity to drop into their world and take a look at how they see it. Looking at a photo is like looking into someone's mind, seeing how they think, because it is completely true that two people can stand in the same spot or go on the same trip and return with two completely unalike sets of images.

What you do with your photos is important. Once not too long ago we actually had to go get photos printed out to look at them or we had to get out the projector and set it up for slides - note I didn't say 'print them out', we had to get someone else to do it. So as result, we actually looked at all our photos, threw some away and put some on the wall and in albums. Mind you we didn't usually waste a roll of film taking blurry photos of the seafood buffet at dinner either. Photos cost money.

Now we have access to cheap technology to do it ourselves, but I think it would be true to find most photos still clustered on hard drives with one occasionally finding its way to desktop wallpaper or Facebook. The access to technology has short-circuited our real life immersion in imagery, with our photos only coming alive through a conscious choice to sit at the computer and boot up our drives. We are in danger of making our lives fit around digital media when it should be the reverse. Comment from the fan base is welcomed if anyone has anything to add on this.

I'd invite you now to walk through your own home and take note of what photos if any you have on display - do they make you happy, and immerse you in good memories of people you love or places you've been? Our home is overflowing with images of every size you can imagine from wallet sized photos stuck on the fridge to a 30x40 inch canvas from our wedding and everything in between.

Tonight the 14th of April at midnight it will be one year since our beautiful mum passed away, and we miss her like somebody ripped out our hearts. Remembering her makes me smile every day - she is always with us, not the least reason of which is we keep memories of her (and everyone we love) visible in our home, all sorts of things but the most relevant here of course is photos.

Your life should be your decor; surround yourself in the things that matter. And the things that matter are people.

I took a walk around our home this morning and I thought I'd share with you just a few of the images I have on display of mum; tangible reminders of her life, illustrated by the poem is 'She Walks In Beauty', by Lord Byron. That's for you, Stanley.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

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