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...

Friday, 3 February 2012

Getting Some Perspective

My language course finished and I moved on to a family holiday in the north west of Italy - Lago Maggiore, Swiss Alps and plenty of sunshine. It was beautiful - absolutely breathtakingly wonderful. We spent about three weeks there in total - 3/4 of what I'd spent in Camerino on my language course.

To be honest the experiences were much the same - lots of sightseeing, lots of driving around, lots of wonderful Italian food, lots of great company and that was that. My time in Camerino has just been succinctly swallowed up and rendered no more special than any other time spent in a foreign clime.

Perspective indeed.

But still, more than two years later, I still keep in touch from the people on my language course. Admittedly as the years creep by the number is reducing, but the fact that I'm still in touch with anyone after spending an isolated month with them one summer is quite frankly miraculous.

A different perspective indeed.

This takes us nicely to my next jumping picture, taken on a walk I went on with my family from the villa where we were staying.

Crouching or Jumping?
Domodossola, Italy, 2009

One of my friends from my language course picked up on this picture and said it looked like I wasn't jumping, but crouching next to a teent tiny Italian flag: two persepctives.

I can dismiss the language course as just another month of my life in Italy, or I can remember it as one of the best months of my life: two perspectives.
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Location: Domodossola Verbano-Cusio-Ossola, Italy

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