Definition of a Photograph

Transfered from Compaq 020 A photograph is like a particle of time. It is an instant within an existence, a stolen second along a continuum that was never meant to be disrupted. It is silence within sound, equilibrium within vertigo. form without function. It is ultimately a fossil, because it no longer exists. If you ever look at me face to face,  there is a good possibility that I will appear entirely differently.

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11 responses

  1. Oh, Marahm, but you look just as warm and earthy as your posts. You give the impression of sipping on a cup of hot chocolate and caressing a cat-without their actual presence…

  2. I don’t agree Marahm; it’s a refection of light in a moment in time. Safed to keep our memories alive. You said so in your last post, how you actually retrieved ammany good memories from old photo’
    And how lovely for us to have an image to imagine you when blogging! 🙂

  3. Thank you, Aysha. What a sweet comment!

    Aafke, thank you for disaggreeing, You are correct in your definition, too. Photos do keep our memories alive, keep those moments alive. Perhaps my use of the word “fraud” is ill chosen. I didn’t mean “fraud” in the way of deliberate deceit. Perhaps I shall change “fraud” to “fossil”.

    I posted my photo– just one small, fossilized moment of my life!— because I realized the importance of giving readers a visual impression of who is behind all of these words and fractals. You, and Susie, of http://www.susiesbigadventure.blogspot,com,
    have posted your photos. They lend authenticity– in spite of being a “fraud” or “fossil.”

    How’s that for a paradox?!

  4. Marahm, I’m very glad to see your photo, I think it is a bit dodgy showing your photo on the net, but indeed, it gives such a personal feel!
    Pkotos’are juste real magic! 😀

    Paradox… uhhh… at the very least, very philosophic. Have mercy! It’s been a long day!!!

  5. Thanks, friends, One could talk about photos and their meanings all day long. How about voices? Same difference. Did you ever talk to someone repeatedly, get a sense of their appearance from listening to the voice, then meet them for the first time, and get a shock because you never imagined they looked the way they looked?

  6. Oh, that question about voices is so true! Here is something that combines both ideas… My boyfriend of three years and I met online and talked on the phone for years before we met in person. I had seen photos of him too. Still, when I put the voice to the photos in my mind, it was different than what he actually was like in person. Even now, when I talk to him on the phone sometimes I will picture him differently in my head. How strange is that?

  7. Lovely to see your photo Marahm and I love the accompanying post. It is indeed strange looking at old photos at seeing that split second of time captured on film… moreso when those people are no longer with us. I was looking at photos of my great great parents yesterday and wondering what could have been going through their minds at that moment since she was sitting down and he was standing looking down at her and they were both smiling which is unusual in old photographs. Umm Ibrahim

  8. Birdpress, your experience with your boyfriend is not strange at all. It happens to many couples who do online dating for a long time before meeting in person. It happened to me, too. After my divorce, I did online dating for awhile. Not only do we women form images that do not reflect reality, but the guys do, too!

    Umm Ibrahim, I can imagine what they must have been thinking when the photographer shot that smiling ;photo! I wonder if they were embarrassed? Maybe they had a good sense of playfulness.

  9. This all reminds me of a story from a long time ago when I spoke with a woman on the phone whom I had never seen or met. My mom knew the woman and then told me that this woman whose voice I had heard was over six feet tall. So I told my mom, “Funny, she doesn’t SOUND

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