Photography fascinates me. A Photo, reflected light channeled through a lens and captured by chemical or electronic means, is very powerful . Photos can invoke a broad range of emotions. Often, they remind us of the past. Perhaps you're thinking "sure they do, photos are records of the past." ...and you're right, but that's not what I'm getting at.
When I see a photo of a beautiful landscape, foreign or otherwise, something in my brain kicks into motion. Hypothetical gears mesh and drive my thoughts forward (or backwards as the case may be). I'm often reminded of my 2004 trip to Japan. More to the point, I am reminded of Mount Fuji. The picture could be of the rocky mountains in 1932, but through the power of photography, a trick of the light, I am reminded of my own past.
Photography has a powerful hold on me. I love taking photos. I love being in photos. I love viewing photos. These impressions, records, what ever you want to call them, they are precious. They are sacred.
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