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...

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Where Have You Jumped?

Why - you're probably wondering - is the title of this post, also the title of my blog? Principally, because it was when this picture was taken that the phrase 'where have you jumped?' came into being.

I was still on my language course and by the time we all went to Gubbio, I was firmly cemented into a group of friends and we'd already started accruing our in-jokes. As is with in-jokes, you never really know where they came from or why they're as funny as you find them, but 'where have you...?' became really quite hilarious for us.

I think you had to be there...

One of my friends found my jumping so captivating that she watched me as I jumped for today's photo. When I finished she looked at me and said...
'Where have you jumped?'

The Beauty of a Crossroads in Front of a Church
Gubbio, Italy, 2009

I planted a seed as it was not long after that I turned to her and asked her the same question.
'Gubbio' she replied.

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