Capture the Moment

Look about you. Have you noticed the sheer number of photographs that enhance our lives?   Regardless of whether they are physical or virtual, they seem to go unnoticed until they are not present.    When a photograph is viewed, it validates the moment. cropped-Overwatch.jpg

Photographs enhance our experiences, our lives, like nothing else can.

Videos are great, don’t get me wrong.   Yet, it is difficult to become part of a video as they tend to drag the viewer along.  Your mind concentrates on what is taking place during the video.  A photo lets the viewer be drawn deeply into it, your mind provides the script rather than following someone else’s lead.

I should say that it is so easy to become part of a photograph.   For me it is that way. It is that moment, frozen in time, that evokes your memories and your emotions.

I feel that one reason still-photography is so powerful is that a photograph captures a specific moment and captures reality.   It is not staged.    It is spur-of-that-moment.

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How is it that a photograph has so much power in our lives?  Photographs capture the moment – they literally capture a slice of unique time.  Ansel Adams, my favorite photographer, once said that there are always at least two people in every photograph – the photographer and the viewer.

Moments pass at the speed of light, for all things are a reflection of light and will never be exactly the same again. That unique moment of time will never exist again.  Yet we can re-visit that moment by viewing a photograph and by doing so we can relive the feelings or emotions that we associate with the photograph.

It is easy to see how the nickname ‘snapshot’ came about to describe a photograph. Phrases like ‘Capture the moment’ or ‘Grab a shot’ reinforce my belief that a photograph is powerful because it is that unique moment frozen in time. It comes complete with the feelings, sounds and even smells that are conjured from within you.

Some early cultures believed that a photograph had the power to capture the soul, a belief that may still be found today. They certainly capture the essence of the moment.  Truly Real Time.

Can not the same be said for a painting?  Paintings have power, to be sure, but not to the same extent that a photograph has power over us.  The reason for that is that a painting is the artists reproduction of something that has stirred the artists imagination.  Paintings are a rendition or a reproduction of the original.

Regardless of whether it is a photograph of a crowd of people in Times Square or a picture of a lone Bristlecone Pine in a remote part of the western United States, there are always at least two people in the photograph.    Even when the photographer is the viewer, they are in fact different versions of the same person.  Each time I  view my own photographs, todays’ version of Pete may discover items that weren’t noticed when the actual photograph was taken or even during a previous viewing.

Get the picture?

 

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Simpler Times – The Farm

There is a certain calm when I overlook this valley. The type of calm that comes from remembering the simplicity of my early years in this valley.  I spent my entire youth living on our farm.  Early memories include glimpses of barbed wire fences and bunches of grass that were taller than a five year old.

The complete assurance that the day was yours to conquer however you see fit, whether it be crawling through the hay field playing army or just playing in the dirt. It seemed totally normal to spend an entire summer day in discovery. Everything was an adventure.

Seems things remained static back then. I’m sure change came, but it was disguised as subtle differences rather than actual changes. Many times, someone else would point out the changes for you because a young child would not have the experience to know there was something out of the ordinary taking place.  I understand now that it was due to everything being new to a kid living through only his fifth or sixth summer. It’s all new and exciting.

Family life on a farm in Erda was great, but once again, I had nothing to compare it to. I remember being happy about most everything. We would arise and do the chores, whatever you were asked to do. Then the rest of the day would be devoted to things like helping grandpa ‘watch’ the water in the fields. Our farm was irrigated by flooding the fields. Looking back, I see that watching the water was a fairly low-key job. I know now that grandpa was really musing about life when he was watching the water. Every now and then, action would be required to fix a dam or plug a leaky dike. When it came time to ‘change’ the water, it merely meant clearing the dam from where it was and moving it down to the next section. It was important to use the proper lingo, otherwise nobody would know what you were talking about.Oh Well!

Water came by two methods – first there was ‘the well’. The well was located on the corner of the farm, which conveniently enough, was also the highest elevation on the farm. I still marvel at how intuitively I can judge elevation of the ground – comes in very handy for marbles and golf. The pump, in my early years, had no pump house. It was a huge R2-D2 looking thing that had a six-inch pipe coming out of it. Continue reading

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