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Kinan Jarjous

During my younger years, there weren't family photos or family albums around the house, except for two oversized photos: One of my sister and one of myself. We didn't have many other albums, except for baby albums, and I wondered to myself: What had happened between the time I was a baby and then? What filled that gap? To me, that gap will remain a blot of black ink across the pages of those years. No matter how often, and how thorough, my family members would explain to me, in explicit details, all the events that transpired in those years, my imagination would not truly grasp the words to realize them. All I truly needed was a photo to go along with the descriptions; a photo for my imagination to build a memory around.

Photos of all kinds, from the technically faulty to the artfully superb, are windows to a moment in time once passed, the only tangible thing in life every human absolutely and ultimately possess. Photos hold the power to reconstruct a single instance of people, thoughts, emotions, events, ideologies, and even the flow of time itself. Photographs, like words and achievements, are immortal justification to our existence.

I could no longer bear the thought of not capturing the moments of my life, other people’s life, the culture and structure and light and dark that compose our world. Armed with only a 2 MP, semi-automatic camera, I set out a plan to carry it with me wherever and whenever I went, to capture glimpses of this world.

I have come a long way since then, and I owe it to everyone’s support and passion for my photos, as well as life for putting me in all these wonderful experiences to frame in timeless images. I still have a very long way ahead of me, but I have come along some milestones, and I am enjoying every step of the journey forward.

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