|... in place of the photos I’d like to take, a quick snapshot from my phone (which was sitting in my lap)...a random angle without a flash in a dark room, and still my favorite photo from today|
Within a few square feet there are so many details you wouldn't see anywhere but right here in this room: her mason jar full of partly melted ice and a spoon sitting always within arm’s reach, the contraption made out of dishtowels draped over the arm of her chair to keep the essential remote & phone close at hand, her recently adopted cat with the crooked tail rubbing against her feet, the card table next to her with the boarders of a puzzle starting to take shape but which she doubts she'll go back to finish.
Sometimes I think I take the photos so I don't forget small things like these. Partly, I know that's true. But the more time I spend taking photos, the better I become at noticing and remembering the details. I often have people ask me if I miss out on what’s happening when I’m taking pictures. I think it’s exactly the opposite. I think I pay better attention. I see more. I forget less. Still, most of the time I’m in a good place, one that’s worth remembering, not everyone one I wish could be there is. Or I realize my kids are so small that I don’t think they’re paying attention to the same things now that they’ll wonder about in ten years. I also take photos to capture moments we might want to revisit. It’s a powerful thing the way an image can freeze a small moment of time.