My poor heart-broken friend is asking everyone on Facebook to post photos of his late wife, and it occured to me that there aren't a thimble full of photos of me over 30. If this ever happens to TheHubs™, he will have pretty slim pickings.
When she grew up, she avoided photos like the plague.
I think it was because she knew photos never truly caught her. You know how some people, photogenic people, look just like themselves in every photo? They’re full of life and look natural and easy. Like the photo is the best of them, the sum total of what and who they are.
She wasn’t like that. She always looked stiff and self-conscious in them, like they were some kind of identification or evidence she didn’t want circulated. Photos of her looked like the stuff she had left behind, like potato peelings, or wood shavings. The stuff that was unnecessary to the task at hand. The stuff ultimately thrown out with the other garbage.
She said she wanted to be remembered in 3-D; moving about, talking, laughing, singing, laughing, crying.
It was hard enough to get to know her in real life; in photos, she almost wasn’t there. In every picture, even the not-half-bad ones, she looked blurry, dead-eyed, uninteresting. That was really it, wasn’t it? Photos made her look dull and unremarkable – a person you probably wouldn’t care to know.
Photos, she said, were proof you had been here. Photos told a story; photos remembered. All she would leave behind were words, a voice, a song. They would have to tell her story.
She was only passing through. In time, no one would remember what she looked like.
When she grew up, she avoided photos like the plague.
I think it was because she knew photos never truly caught her. You know how some people, photogenic people, look just like themselves in every photo? They’re full of life and look natural and easy. Like the photo is the best of them, the sum total of what and who they are.
She wasn’t like that. She always looked stiff and self-conscious in them, like they were some kind of identification or evidence she didn’t want circulated. Photos of her looked like the stuff she had left behind, like potato peelings, or wood shavings. The stuff that was unnecessary to the task at hand. The stuff ultimately thrown out with the other garbage.
She said she wanted to be remembered in 3-D; moving about, talking, laughing, singing, laughing, crying.
It was hard enough to get to know her in real life; in photos, she almost wasn’t there. In every picture, even the not-half-bad ones, she looked blurry, dead-eyed, uninteresting. That was really it, wasn’t it? Photos made her look dull and unremarkable – a person you probably wouldn’t care to know.
Photos, she said, were proof you had been here. Photos told a story; photos remembered. All she would leave behind were words, a voice, a song. They would have to tell her story.
She was only passing through. In time, no one would remember what she looked like.
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Date: 2017-03-27 01:23 am (UTC)I take selfies to document my life since no one else is going to. Some I hate, some I like. I do ir largely to document and as something to help with my self esteem,like I read in an article once. It actually does help some, most days. Most spontaneous pics I hate, but that is, perhaps, because I don't see many of them. I am generally the only one who bothers. That being said, my friend Tanya did take a really nice pic of me when I wasn't looking the other day when we were at the state Park and I really liked it. It did capture a really happy moment and I look it for once.
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