What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be not forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
Grief not, rather find,
Strength in what remains behind,
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be,
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of Human suffering,
In the faith that looks through death
In years that bring philophic mind.
I’m trying to get things right as I import from the blog I was keeping hidden to this new location.
I was reading a book last night that summarized a point made by photography critic Susan Sontag. It stuck with me and I had to write it down.
Photography is closely connected to a ‘discontinuous’ way of seeing. Showing us a part as a way of showing or saying something about the whole.
This is one of those statements that I’ve known to be true, I guess I just needed to read it in a way that made more sense to me for it to stick. I sometimes get trapped in to thinking that photo needs to tell the whole story.