Photography is about storytelling – told without the inconvenience of words.
A few years ago, I purchased an inexpensive digital camera to document a family trip. I confess that I gave the camera very little thought; in fact, I left the instructions at home, deciding to take the “point and click” approach. I would never consider embracing the title of photographer. That designation was left to those who carried tripods and huge cameras with impressively long lenses. While I admired the tenacity and dedication of shutterbugs hauling heavy photography gear, I considered the apparatus an impediment to any adventure that I planned to undertake.
And then something happened along the way. I heard the story. Despite my haphazard approach to taking photography, with every shot I captured a moment in time that would never be repeated. And therein lies the mystery; for photos allow us a second look, a recollection of an emotional response, a reminder that we have lived on this earth.
Photos bring the narrative of the moment, insulated from the noise of the present. With a simple click, we stop time.
“These people live again in print as intensely as when their images were captured on old dry plates of sixty years ago… I am walking in their alleys, standing in their rooms and sheds and workshops, looking in and out of their windows. Any they in turn seem to be aware of me.”