i saw one hour photo earlier tonight and i think it sorta put me in the down mood. i feel very much like robin williams looking into the lives of others through the camera. like i have no experience worth photographing for myself but i will galdly photograph your happy moments if you pay me. yeah, that’s pretty cynical and all but even when i do my own photography, it’s not about me having fun and living life. it’s a weird observance of the world in a uncomfortable detached way. as if i don’t really want to be that detached as to have to frame the world in such a much context but there is an implicit detachment that is required to observe. i have very few photos from my childhood. it’s most foggy and blank as a fragment of my memory. life wasn’t particularly interesting back then and it’s not so particularly enough as to consistute snapshots of kodak moments. there is more visual memory for me to draw upon but the calorie is too low to nourish the spent soul.
