Tuesday, July 06, 2021

Dog-Eared Days


Like memories, old photographs age. They physically fade, get scratched, bent, dog-eared: they interact with life. So when we look back at old photographs we see blurred memories of dog-eared days. Was my fathers’ hair ever that long, was my brother ever that young?

But what of the digital generations; those reared on pixel counts and jpegs? For them images will always be crisp and clear - historical documents rather than faded memories. Certainty will replace possibility, and that's not always a good thing.

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