I sometimes feel like something isn’t really real unless I’ve documented it, as if my memories and even my life itself will just slip past like the clouds through last night’s sky. More than anything I take pictures as a way of trying to fix myself in time, a way of saying, “I was here, I was here, I was.”
But the pictures wont last either of course, and the risk of seeing everything through a camera is that you miss everything the camera doesn’t see. I can’t show you last night’s sky, not really, but you can see tonight’s, it won’t photograph well and it won’t last and you wont remember it forever, but it will be beautiful and important none the less.
I feel seen.