I've been thinking lately about the purpose of photographs, about
what they mean to us and why we take them. Before digital
cameras, photographs were more precious, I think. They took time and
money to create, took up physical space to store, always reminding us of their presence, encouraging us to look, and to re-live.
I love the fact that having a reasonably good camera on my
phone means I not only have the ability to photograph the mundane as often as the fabulous, and can push the boundaries of my photography skill without the restrictions of developing negatives first, I also think this photographic freedom comes at
a cost. Since I went digital I have taken and stored hundreds of
thousands of photographs and all
of the ones I have chosen to save have a meaning, or a purpose or a
beauty that make me want to keep them, but really what use is a
photograph if nobody can see it? What use are they trapped forever inside a hard-drive in a drawer? Or sandwiched between snapshots of irrelevant other things on your phone?
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