I am always confronted with a dilemma. Do I stubbornly insist on my vision or photograph things as they are?
This happened when Chyr's youngest brother was making a simple speech. I don't know much about their relationship but I suspect they share a bond private to all of us. I love everything about this photograph except the phone. What a shame, I thought. It would have been perfect without it.
The more I looked at the phone, the more annoyed I got. I kept imagining the picture without the damn phone. I must have stared at the phone so hard that it suddenly spoke to me. It told me about the first newspaper photograph ever shown to the world in 1871.
What was it a photograph of? It was a photograph of dead corpses*
I don't mean to get all morbid but what that reminded me was that the camera was born out of a human instinct to say - Don't forget.
Why do guests find it so hard to put down their camera during a wedding? Why do we find ourselves photographing our kids so much? Why do we even make photographs in a funeral?
Someone once told me that if you look at what you can't stop photographing, that's the thing you're most afraid to lose.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
If you're keen, the photograph is here: