Every picture is a memory. Every time we press the shutter on the camera we are freezing a moment of history so we can preserve it forever. It sounds monumentous doesn't it, but it's not: Facebook will certainly tell you otherwise. I log on each day to see the myriad of photos that my so-called 'friends' vomit onto my homepage. Not only do people upload a sequence of the same picture - I have two of them so why not use them - but the other people in the picture will also post their versions of it. The result? Monster albums clogging up the internet providing the CIA with plenty of material should anyone need blackmailing in the future...


It is an age-old question, though. How do we make our holiday photos interesting to the general public? How do we step away from the necessity to have 'been there' to really appreciate someone else's pictures? And, while we're at it, how can we remove this insane fashion for de-tagging and portraying this hideously false image on Facebook? There is no hard and fast solution - no tried and tested method to solve this, but I think I may have hit upon a compromise.


May I invite you to read on...

Thursday, 12 January 2012

Unintentional Headshots

What is the best way to ruin a nice photo? These days it isn't as infuriating as those in the pre-historic era before the invention of digital cameras, but when someone walks into your photo and suddenly the beautifully framed picture of St Mark's in Venice is ruined because a party of five has just barged in front of your camera lens so they can read all the information about the Campanile.

This can be so irritating, and it happened to me so many times I started to do it to other people. 'How vindictive!' say you; 'Not so!' say I. If you search on the world wide interweb for people who barge into other people's photos you may well find pictures of me: putting my thumbs up, doing the odd cheese-filled grin, doing a Usain Bolt-style pose, maybe even just looking grumpy.

These were mild, however, compared to the unsurprising aspiration I had of giving someone else one of my jumping pictures. Whenever I'd see flocks of tourists I'd wait until they pulled out their cameras and jump for about half a minute to ensure someone caught me airborne.

Mmm... clever.

I know what you're thinking and just before you roll your eyes and dismiss me as a reckless youth, I want to explain my desire to inflict my jumping on other people.

First of all, life is unpredictable. Deal with it.
Secondly, I would much rather have someone jumping in my photo than someone's large forehead.
Thirdly, it is very rare that photographs are all printed, displayed and remembered forever. I have thousands of photographs, but the ones I remember are the quirky ones. When you subject your friends and families to your very samey holiday snaps it's right that you show them the picture of the funny girl who was jumping by the Brandenburg Gate.

This brings my very nicely to my next offering...

Surprise!
St Andrews Castle, 2009

My friend may have taken 100 photos of the castle in her time there at university. This is the only one I remember.

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