I’m thinking tonight about photographs and how they capture different moments in our lives and how those moments tell a story of who we are.
I’m thinking about what photographs would tell the story of my life up to now if I could only chose a few. If they were all scanned in, I’d show them here but they’re not all in the computer, so I’ll just share a couple.
Of course, something from childhood. This isn’t especially meaningful – I don’t even remember it – I’m guessing I was turning 4. But you have to have something from childhood, of course.
Going to Egypt by myself in 1999 was a turning point in my life in many ways. It was, truly, life changing – in every sense of the word. It made me think of myself, travel and experiences in a different way. I won’t go into the details here, as I’ve never shared them with anyone and am not about to start by putting it on the world wide web, but that trip changed who I am and how I move in the world. It was when I really became “me” again after a relationship had ended over a year before.
There are some, of course, who think “me” is a dangerous thing to be (hi, Leah!). But, we have to be ourselves.
There are other photos I can think of that illustrate moments for me, but I don’t have them handy. It’s an interesting concept… maybe something I should devote some time to.