An interesting “debate” rises from this morning’s Muse of the Day blog. There’s the quote from Eudora Welty that “a good snapshot stops a moment from running away,” followed by the comment that taking photographs sometimes (I paraphrase) takes the place of really looking at something. It’s a pretty constant debate.
I agree with both sides. I think a photograph is only worthwhile when the taker has allowed the image to enter her soul first. Otherwise it’s just a photo. I find myself more and more detached from my past. Something has changed – photos used to mean more. Now, in some strange way, I’m only concerned with the present – and a little bit, the future.
I was the family collector of photos, but that past is too far away now for those memories to have any significance. So many of the people are gone, many more than are still here, I think. So the people who connected me to my past — I think that’s it. They’re either gone or they too are totally ensconced in their lives.
I would like to throw everything away. Old music books, photos, every towel and sheet unused, even gizmo and gadget. One robe, one bowl.
But what if I wake up one morning and need my past around me? It could still happen. Not likely, but it might. Could I re-create my past without all those signposts?