I’ve concluded I have a love/hate relationship with pictures. Why are we, me especially, so worried about taking so many pictures? By snapping an image of a time or place are we hoping to never forget the way we felt at that given moment? Or are we altering history? Skewing our perception of the past? Have we just becoming too lazy to put into words the thoughts, the feelings, the smells of a given moment and try to capture it by an unbiased flat image that almost completely removes the perception of us enjoying that moment? I wonder if pictures are ruining our memories. When I look back at my life, I can describe in detail events that I have a picture of. I can tell you what I was wearing, who I was with, what the environment was…. But the older the pictures become the less I can remember anything besides what is in that photo. Most of the time I can’t tell you who even took the picture. If we didn’t have these images created by a camera, would we be better off? Would our own minds, through our perception, create a memory more vivid, more perfect, and more life altering for us? Instead of looking at a setting sun behind a field of wheat on a flat image, would we better remember the smell of that wheat field in August, feel the last rays of sun hit our skin as the air begins to cool, hear the birds playfully chirping in the background and most importantly... grasp the beauty more fully?
Do pictures help us remember or do they give us an excuse to forget?