The reason I enjoy photography is because it allows me to trap
memories. Otherwise they- memories- simply peel away like dead leaves- little bits of my existence that no longer mean anything to me.
Perhaps memories are formative, and add up to who I am. That may be true. However... I like to have them, safe here on a physical hard-drive, where I can look at them. Something to look at, to enjoy, and to prove that I was not born an instant ago. The photograph I have included in this post has very little to do with what I am talking about. It was not taken tonight. It was taken by my wife on our anniversary. We went to several restaurants that would not let us sit outside. We finally found one that would let us sit outside if we didn't require service and got food to go. We sat in the freezing cold, smoking and eating steak dinners with plastic utensils. Only my wife gets to take pictures of me smiling.
The reason I enjoy music is because it resonates inside me, it scratches the atrophied and itchy emotions I rarely use. The reason I have a hard time reading is because my mind is working while I'm trying to read, and it causes me to lose my place, and makes for extremely slow reading. The photograph I have included has very little to do with what I am talking about. It was not taken tonight. It was taken by my wife on our anniversary. We went to several restaurants that would not let us sit outside. We finally found one that would let us sit outside if we didn't require service and got food to go. We sat in the freezing cold, smoking and eating steak dinners with plastic utensils. It was definitely in the top 4 on my list of favorite anniversaries. Only my wife gets to take pictures of me smiling.
