One of my favorite memories growing up is that of my dad with camera in hand, taking lots and lots of pictures. I've been fascinated by photography as far back as I can remember, thanks to him.
Capturing snippets of time is the outward expression of my memories, often much easier to call upon than sifting through the filing cabinets of my mind. As soon as I see a picture, it conjures up the memory where it plays out in "Technicolor", so to speak. I can't think of another single thing that will bring a memory forth so quickly.
Photography has the power to transport the viewer to another time and place, to allow someone to vicariously experience the world through another's eyes, to see things that may not have been possible otherwise. It can inspire, bring tears of joy or tears of sorrow, spur someone into action, evoke wonderment.
All of this without a single word. It is a universal language.
I love it. I truly, passionately love it.
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