My
life is a string of unfortunate events. Not peaches and cream it's
more like salt and vinegar chips.
"When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence." ~ Ansel Adams
We live in a very visual society. Photographs have been used to capture moments in time. It's been said that photos speak a thousand words without making a sound. With social sites like Instagram and Pinterest we use this fast way to update friends and family on our complex lives.
We look at images and sometimes miss their importance. There's more than just the face value. With pictures we are able to feel the emotion of that moment in time. Pictures of a child brings a since of innocence. Pictures of a graduation brings the since of achievement. Pictures are associated with memories. It's kind of funny to me because we never capture hard times or difficult memories. Faceless images, what isn't seen isn't there. What isn't captured isn't worth remembering.
Is it fair to say that those memories are not real because there are not photos to look back upon? If your answer to that question was yes, you probably should go seek help because your in denial. The un captured memories are there and yes they do hurt.
My mother died recently and just like we always do in times of grieving we began to look for photos. I found one of the two of us. One picture. And just like that one photo it was challenging to find more then one great memory. When someone dies we look back on the memories, the great memories. Everyone in my family was talking about the memories that they had, the memories that they shared, and I have none. At least no great ones that I remember. I feel as though my mind has been overshadowed by the bad circumstances that I went through. I was so young when I was in my mothers care, the bad memories have made lasting tattoos on my mind.
When she died. The people in her community had nothing but positive things to say about her. Now besides her being gone it now it hurt me the most because I didn't have the same feelings. Once again I am forced to confront my faceless images. It seemed as though she shared her love with everyone else but me. I didn't understand, still don't and probably never will.
Even though memories can sometimes be unwanted and often times would like to be forgotten they are part of who we are. I've embraced every memory. Time, prayer and God's love makes it better. My faith is so strong because he has been the really only constant thing in my life. When i'm weak His strength has been perfect. It has helped me embrace my pass and I've allowed Him to use it for the good in my future.
"When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence." ~ Ansel Adams
We live in a very visual society. Photographs have been used to capture moments in time. It's been said that photos speak a thousand words without making a sound. With social sites like Instagram and Pinterest we use this fast way to update friends and family on our complex lives.
We look at images and sometimes miss their importance. There's more than just the face value. With pictures we are able to feel the emotion of that moment in time. Pictures of a child brings a since of innocence. Pictures of a graduation brings the since of achievement. Pictures are associated with memories. It's kind of funny to me because we never capture hard times or difficult memories. Faceless images, what isn't seen isn't there. What isn't captured isn't worth remembering.
Is it fair to say that those memories are not real because there are not photos to look back upon? If your answer to that question was yes, you probably should go seek help because your in denial. The un captured memories are there and yes they do hurt.
My mother died recently and just like we always do in times of grieving we began to look for photos. I found one of the two of us. One picture. And just like that one photo it was challenging to find more then one great memory. When someone dies we look back on the memories, the great memories. Everyone in my family was talking about the memories that they had, the memories that they shared, and I have none. At least no great ones that I remember. I feel as though my mind has been overshadowed by the bad circumstances that I went through. I was so young when I was in my mothers care, the bad memories have made lasting tattoos on my mind.
When she died. The people in her community had nothing but positive things to say about her. Now besides her being gone it now it hurt me the most because I didn't have the same feelings. Once again I am forced to confront my faceless images. It seemed as though she shared her love with everyone else but me. I didn't understand, still don't and probably never will.
Even though memories can sometimes be unwanted and often times would like to be forgotten they are part of who we are. I've embraced every memory. Time, prayer and God's love makes it better. My faith is so strong because he has been the really only constant thing in my life. When i'm weak His strength has been perfect. It has helped me embrace my pass and I've allowed Him to use it for the good in my future.
My
heart, don't stop, my heart be beating over
My
loving never stop, even though that it's over
All
of Got Are These Photographs
And this is life...
