We had a bit of a clear up at the weekend. In preparation for a new bed arriving this week, we dismantled our old one. Which meant I had to clear out all the stuff that had been stashed underneath it.
One of the boxes that was under there was packed to the brim with photos. And not just any photos. These are the wallet-sized ones you used to get when you had your film developed using Tripleprint. Does anyone else remember them?!
I could have so happily tipped the whole box out and spent the day lost in memories. Just looking at a few of them I was instantly taken back to sun-drenched days in the south of France, recalling the various voices and accents of the new friends we made on holiday there.
And that’s what I love so much about photography. It captures a moment in time that might otherwise be forgotten. The faces of those fleeting holiday friendships would otherwise all fade over time. But in a photo they are held forever.
I think this quote by Dorothea Lange says it beautifully.
Life isn’t meant to stand still.
By it’s very nature it is constantly moving, evolving.
But a photo lets us change that. It gives us a means by which we can hold life still for a while. Freeze a moment so that we can go back to it.
Which is an amazing gift in my opinion.














