Why is it that lack of sleep or maybe the early hours gets one philosophical?
You can try and share things with others, but they will never truly understand or appreciate why hat you are sharing is important, unless they were there too; to witness or experience the moment.
I am a professional photographer; though now the only pictures I take are with my cell phone or my mind. For those who don't know; I did have a studio and yes people actually paid me money to take their picture and I have had pictures published...so I am a professional. Just not currently. Anyway-I do have a portfolio, but the funny thing is that I have pictures in my head that will never be seen by anyone. Moments, people, places...many no longer with us. Am I selfish? No. I just u n d e r s t a n d.
I can share a picture. I can tell a story. But to 99.9% it will never convey the emotion, the tingle in the tongue moment of it because that person I am telling it too wasn't there. They may say the right words or look impressed, but they will never understand. Should I try to make them understand?
I wonder. Part of me, a big part, knows I will probably still try; to force memories and emotions of that time on others. That way maybe they will understand me a bit better. To understand why I am me. But will they really?
The pictures and times we all carry are sacred.
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