Unlike my mobile phone memory, I don’t think that there can be too many photographs.
All of them are the pieces of reality, cut from it and trapped in the exact moment. Collecting photographs and storing them all in one place is thus somewhat similar to collecting butterflies. Both actions encompass catching extremely short-living creature, depriving it of their life and ensuring that they will be trapped forever somewhere, staying dear to us. That they won’t perish from the existence as they become dead. And moments, those milliseconds, die faster than any of the butterflies.
All of the pictures are the orchestrated glimpses at the world. Something always stays behind as only pretty, important or photogenic things are captured. By taking pictures, we change a world slightly so it could satisfy our needs. Standing at the same place (a beach, for example), one could take a picture of themselves (the main need is to show that they are there), of waves (to illustrate the reassuring power of the sea) or of plastic bags by the shore (highlighting the pollution issue and the need to preserve the nature). All of those people might be at the same place at the same time but still see different things. They take pictures of entirely different fragments of the reality, bending the world to their will.
More than the depicted image, what was left out of bounds matters. The entire world that didn’t fit into camera, that was left to wait. All those feelings and hopes, often hidden from the camera eye, events of the day. All those impalpable and indescribable things one could remember while looking at the picture. And smile warmly.
We will never be the same we were on those pictures.
The places will never be the same.
The world and time itself won’t be the same, either.
Isn’t it wonderful?
Thanks for taking many of them so I could choose✨