When we’re gone or just too old to be relevant, what would be left to show what we thought was provoking, interesting, stylish, important, worth fighting for?
As a non-photographer, I’ve always gravitated to photography over any other artistic medium. It helps me to feel a part of larger consciousness than just myself. It entertains me. For me, a photograph is a window and a perspective into the world around me and has taught me many lessons about beauty, humanity, communication, the world I live in and a responsibility within that world.
I have a visceral reaction to great photography, a true moment captured, eternally. It can fill me with happiness, energy, pride, sadness and even shame.
To those like-minds who seek to leave the world a better place once we’re gone, we can use photography to record this life’s work, share and inspire one another, and leave a visual trail of our legacy.
This is the power I feel that lies within photography and why I love it so. It shapes, shows likeness, and brings cohesiveness to recording the life and times of this generation. We often get caught up in the narcissism of the self (and selfies), but collectively we’re shaping how we’ll be remembered through the images we create and proliferate.
To record the ‘now’ that we are all actively or passively shaping, to cement our mark on the tide of time and to leave a trail of proof that we were here is an active effort in scribing our modern story. Photography is a tool to craft our interpretation of the world around us, highlight all its complexities and marvels, while singularly and collectively shaping its meaning by imagery. We shape how history is recorded through how we document it.
What do we want to be remembered as? A generation who loved to capture their meals, nails, and when the ubiquity of imagery superseded a commitment to truly documenting the voice of our generation and the impact we want to see in the world. Don’t we want to evolve past the narcissism of likes and regrams toward first actively doing something, and then recording it in a meaningful way?
The record of my grandmother’s life lives in two beautiful photo albums. 60 images total.
How many images did you post this week?.