“The mind-finger presses the release on the silly machine and it stops time and holds what its jaw can encompass and what the light will stain. That moment when the landscape speaks to the observer.” Lee Friedlander February 1970
I’ve found my answer this is what photography is in it purest form, its not so important where you are or what’s around you but that you are aware of the environment around you and listen to it, embrace it, breathe it, to live in the moment when that time is stopped that you interacted with it and that you were a part of it, becoming the photo whether in it or not, it’s a part of you, and a memory, and point in your life. Your life’s so short in terms of the whole universe, but having photography freezes that second for ever, and is a memory in itself that can be held, a hard copy from your mind that can be held in your hand. For there are two places in this world in which things can never exist as a hard copy, or representation of your world, and that’s in our minds, and now inside these computers, where reality has no place. The mind is the same as the virtual world in which computers and the internet exist. A whole world based upon ones and zeros, where nothing exists and yet the whole world is contained with all the information we have gathered over the thousands of years.
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