A lock

I love old cemeteries. This picture I took in a Queen's cementery. I always wonder if walking around the dead is a good idea. Still it is better than asking help from people to let us take their photo. I prefer it.

What I like about? The strength of the links and the lock holding them together. I feeel that they bind life and death together and tha if they ever become loose then I would be gone. I feel a strong sense of security on watching this picture. It is odd aht the photo is a hold on a grave that keep the dead in or the living out? You figure.

Evening shot

One evening on a Yale walk, I saw this composition. It was dark -my first thought of a missing opportunity-but I pulled the camera and I shot it. When I got home I found a beautifull game of light among the dark pixes. The light spots break the monotony of a simple image. The separation of shadows and hightlights, crossing diagonal from the upper left to the lower right, is very pleasing to me.

Ramdom thoughts

Now that I am back into photography, many thoughts are in my mind. For example, every DAY millions of photos are taken, what is the worth of a single photo among them? Probably nil...but the fact that we took it. Who care if others appreciate our photos? Maybe the sharing is the thing after all...maybe just that we took a camera, pointed and capture a vision.

So if others do not see what we see? then what? No much...if I care, then we might need psychological counseling because of a weak self esteem, etc.. And finally, why do we take picture? that is really simple, we just like it. I feel really right about it. That is enough.

You might or might not like my pictures. Sorry, that is not even important. I know that my photos, if seen at all, will be seeing for less than 5 sec, so it is not really so important to be seen but to be...what? That is an interesting question that I would not dare to answer.

So why do we take pictures and why do we see pictures? I think that it is really worthwhile to pounder about it. Maybe we find something...maybe it is light emerging from the Real that come to awaken us...a reminder that we exist among things that claim us.