Is photography living in the moment, or dwelling on the past?

The other day I was talking with a friend about how different my experience is when photographing life, compared to the experience of being without attempting to interpret what is going on. The act of photography sometimes seems, well to me anyway, as a more thoughtful way to experience the world, people especially. When making […]

Reflecting on reflecting on one’s life, as I am reflected by a framed photo of myself

Yes, that photo is of me, I am probably eight or nine in that photo, most likely it was taken by my father, it is somewhere in Yosemite. I always have hated this photo, and did not understand why people always thought it was soooooo cute. To me, I can only see the mussed up […]