Friday, September 19, 2008

Photos

Primitive people believed that the camera will capture the soul of a person through the window that connects it... But I believe that it is time that captures the soul and greed that corrodes it. And that the camera is a time piece, a matchless instrument in the stoppage of time...

Flashy lights, frozen moments, time broken into bits and pieces, literally. If humanity were to define eternity, photography would be the closest we can ever achieve. For it is what we had lived and lost that time acquires its definition. And the commonest we could ever come to stopping time would be to frame them behind a glass and hang on a wall or archived into the albums of past illustrations.

As I try to stop time like catching the raindrops of a heavy rain, all I could ever hold on to are the remnants of the past. Evaporated particles counting down to the end of the day, cascading memories rushed in torrents through the disparity between each finger. What’s left are these images; the only prelude to all that I have and could ever visualize.

As days and months passed by, I looked back at all the past portraits, and I wonder...

How is it possible that one could miss a person to the point of tears...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

as time goes by, those memories seem to fade, especially of people who have passed on, and i get so afraid of losing them. Thus, i'm glad for photos as they help me remember and not totally forget. even after years.. looking at images of someone dearly missed.. i wonder why.