Photos and such

Looking through a camera lense I have been practicing to gather little pieces of memories... even when we know that the camera can only tell one side of the story, no matter how good of a shot we take, how focused, how zoomed in, or how sharp the objects are captured . Photographies, in my opinion, are an incredible way to remember. They take you back to places, and to people, even when they are already gone. I like to take pictures of the things that others don't seem to notice. So I started taking pictures of flowers, those little flowers that grow wild, mixed in the tall grasses of the bayou. I love to take pictures of clouds, because they are such a privilege to watch, and a message or a promise of water. Then I started taking pictures of birds, lizards, spiders...Sometimes we want to see the details and we zoom in, and so the picture captures just that, while the background remains blurry, fuzzy... but our eyes don't actually do that. We are perfectly capable of looking a whole range of 180 degrees, wether we want it or not, the background is always present. But in photography you learn to make tricks and only have the attention in one particular detail. Then I think that is what we do with our memories, we focused in one particular section, may be only one part of the story, and we embellish it with filters, and play with their contrasts, their highlights, the sharpness of it...so that the memory becomes pleasant, kind, lovable. 

Most of the time the background is just that, but for some reason I have started to believe that this background that seems so unimportant is actually quite constant, because we actually have chosen it carefully. We feel confortable and free in this environment that we created as our background  and it is hard to think of changing it. May be that is why I have such a hard time with change...

May be the background is just as important as the central image. We just don't have the wisdom to know it as we piece our memories and as we build our life.