We often think of searching as a kind of movement, a forward motion through time, but maybe it can also be the opposite, a suspension of time and memoryvia The Searchers by Jennifer Percy.
Don't Wonder "What if?" - Jenny P
We often think of searching as a kind of movement, a forward motion through time, but maybe it can also be the opposite, a suspension of time and memoryvia The Searchers by Jennifer Percy.
Pamela Bradley on Memory:
I've been doing a lot of that lately: testing my memory. But I wonder if what I am remembering is really as it was; memories are so elusive, unstable, and fragmentary things; shifting and changing over time.via Maybe I'll Be Cleverer Tomorrow A Reflection on a Complex and Often Prickly Father/Daughter Relationship by Pamela Bradley.

Reciprocity Failure writes:
What possible life lesson is to be learned when one can no longer remember, let alone understand?via Good Riddance 2015... by Reciprocity Failure.


Joel Meyerowitz on Photography:
it's the going back that counts.via Ordinary Places by Joel Meyerowitz.
I would have to say Circular Quay is not an ordinary place, based on the throng of tourists and locals down at the Quay yesterday.
It was a magnificent sun soaked winters day afternoon, with thousands of people enjoying the light, space and atmosphere of the nautical gateway to the City, at the footsteps of the Sydney Opera House.
We were in town for a Birthday Lunch for Janice who we lost in April . The lunch at Customs House was spectacular, not only for the view and food, but the company of Janice's immediate family. Janice would have loved it. And that we were all there together, remembering her.
Afterwards, we strolled around the Quay, through The Rocks, under the Sydney Harbour Bridge and back. As we strolled past the Bounty, I was reminded of my 2003 photo above (along with my photo.net post made back then) and made a similar photo as the sunset.
Looking at the scene yesterday and the photos now, what surprised me was that after 12 years, how similar the two scenes were. At the macro level, the Bounty and the Opera House, appear identical, but I am sure when I look closely, there will be micro changes representing maintenance and technological progress that 12 years brings.
With these two photos, also comes the change in my "vision", my cameras (Canon IXUS S100 then and Canon S120 now, and a few in between) and words. As they say, "same same, but different". The difference probably being my experience in photography and life. In many ways, the camara is now an extension of my hand, I know what it sees and it knows what I feel through the resulting photos it exposes and brings to my life and this world. I am constantly and pleasantly surprised by the power of photography and what it reveals to me.
The two photos represent a passage of time in themselves and my implied meaning assigned to the Jul 2003 photo, along with my words at photo.net back then. Together now, the two photos above, represent the passage of 12 years of time in my own life where everything has changed so much.
So pleased we went back and I now have these photos and memories. Without the photos, the motivation to make them and assigning some connection to them, these memories and thoughts would most likley be lost.
As always, thanks Joel Meyerowitz. I never know where a thought and a few well chosen words will take me.


Trent Parke on Memory and Photography:
I’m really interested in the subconscious and memory and how those things can suddenly re-surface, especially through photographs.


Most of my projects last for years. I don’t feel I can achieve anything worth saying in a few weeks in a place. I have always been interested in why I am drawn to something and why I eventually push the camera button. Most of it comes from memory, the subconscious and events I experienced growing up.via An interview with Trent Parke - Try Hard Magazine (*) by Try Hard Magazine (*).
a time in our lives when we did not know how powerful it was not to know.Finally, as Trent's quote from above mentions, I think these two photos are about memory (*) and the subconscious (*). They are also about change - even though nothing really looks that different about the roofs, nine years have passed and so much has changed. Maybe that's what I was trying to say here (*) about change (*) before we departed.

[..] memories don’t seem to live ‘in’ the photographs. Instead, each photo is like a key, which triggers or accesses a memory (*) that actually lives in your mind. But without the photo to act as a key, there may be no other way to access the memory (*). What then? If a memory (*) is rendered inaccessible, it’s lost. Sometimes you lose memories by synaptic degradation; other times, by misplacing a photo.via Your Oddly-Shaped Mind (*) by Melting Asphalt (*).