Fragments of Fragments

Written 27th August, 2020.

How much are our lives really worth when you think of it. Are our lives just part of a random assembly of infinite possibilities - some which made no sense, and some which did. In the universe, we have to contemplate that if change never stops, then it is infinite. Meaning that anything is indeed possible, no matter how long it takes. So, the machine has engineered our existence.

Forever a god and a slave at the same time. Conscious and unconscious. Trudging away - the calculations required to perform any act of bodily function - natural, or free willed must be immense. Every single decision preparing you for a dive into whole new world. The future is an ocean through which we can barely see its contents.

‘What does that have to do with photography?’ you might ask. Well, I was actually thinking of the fragments of time captured in visual format, and wondered why we love it so much. Why people enjoy still images. And some are valued for different purposes.

Why do I take photographs? I enjoy doing artistic stuff - I believe that I was always artistically inclined, but never had that part of me nurtured as a youth. This, for me, is a good outlet in many ways, but creating something visually beautiful that can be appreciated profoundly might be the best reason I can think of.

Random thoughts in August.