If you know me, you probably know that I am anti social media. Yes, I use it to waste time and occasionally post pictures, but despite that, I’m against it. Which may seem strange. Because I am entering a media field, where putting information out there for all to see is the name of the game.
If you’ve been following my photography over the past two years, you also know that I am a terrible blogger. I just don’t do it. It requires sitting down and thinking about something that I want to share with the world (when really there are probably five people who will actually read it), typing it up, adding pictures of some kind, and posting it.
And I usually don’t want to share. I don’t want my thoughts and private life out there for everyone to see, because that’s not where they belong and that’s not their purpose. I’m not writing this to reprimand myself and convince you that I will start sharing everything about my life, but to explain where I’m coming from.
Most photographers nowadays run a blog. One that is most likely much more consistent than this one. They are filled with not only photography sessions, but posts about their families and day to day lives. The things they are learning and are excited about. They are catering to the universal need and desire to be connected to other human beings, to relate to, laugh with, cry with, and care for. We want to feel like we are a part of other people’s lives, even if we’re not.
And that’s where the struggle of sharing comes in. Here I am, contradicting the last 300 words that I wrote because I’m sharing thoughts with the you, whoever you are. But these are also thoughts that I wouldn’t hesitate to say out loud, so maybe it’s not so bad of a contradiction.
Maybe I don’t want everybody to know about my day. My quiet morning of grocery shopping and cutting vegetables for the week, with folk music playing in the background in this strange sixty degree February weather.
But then I was enthralled by the colors. The vibrant greens and reds against the smooth white sink. The overcast light coming in through window and the brown walls behind the counter. The contrast between the earthy green peppers and the scratched metal colander in the sink.
The water droplets that sat on the freshly washed apples as they waited to dry. The satisfying consistency of six identical Ziplock bags holding evenly portioned diced green peppers.
The way that the lettuce faded from dark green and leafy at its tips to the crunchy, almost white part at the bottom near the stem. The way the light mimicked this gradient as it tumbled through the window and landed on the cutting board.
The crisp, clean edges of a freshly sliced tomato. The contrast that it holds within its skin between the jelly like substance that contains the seeds and the rest of the tomato’s insides. The rough brown indent where the stem used to be.
These moments are the reason that I take photographs. Not to show everyone what I did today, but so that I can remember that moment and that morning. So that when I see these pictures in a month or two, I can visit that memory again, so much so that I can almost hear the birds chirping outside the window.
If I share, I share for the art of it, not because I want you to get to know me through a Facebook post or a blog entry. My intention behind blogging is that you would gain a better sense of my work and the art that lies behind it. If you want to get to know me, well, that can be done over a cup of tea. Always push towards face to face conversation and interaction, trust me, it’s worth it.
And as a side note, if you are a JMU senior who is getting ready to graduate, feel free to contact me about senior photo sessions! I’ll put you on the list and then we can figure out details when the weather turns warm and stays that way.
Happy Sunday! May yours be a day of rest and rejuvenation for the week ahead.