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[ruined_for_fire]

I've been thinking about image.  And images.

Photographs are such strange images, when you think of it.  They transfer something that is three dimensional to a flat piece of paper, or a screen.  I rarely like any photographs of myself.  They rarely look like the person I feel like inside.  Ripening said that if I spent time with a good photographer

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Photographs of the Soul

[anonymous]

I hear what you're saying about photographs. I rarely see any that are truly like me...other than those I've taken myself (and then digitally altered in some way). I get disappointed when I see how much of myself is missing in most photos. Is it the failure of the camera? Of the photographer? Or of me to express outwardly who I am inwardly? I'm sure it's varying degrees of all of those things, but I can only control the last one. How amazing would it be to demonstrate outwardly who you really are inwardly? But maybe we already can and just are too afraid to do it except on those rare, safe, pure occasions.

Maybe we all just need a little more purity.

-jen

Re: Photographs of the Soul

[ruined_for_fire]

Maybe so. Or maybe there's no visual for what we really are. How do you take an invisible soul integrated into eternity and transfer that to a piece of disintegrating paper or a shatterable screen? Then again, so I often I see it in other photographs. That's why I like photos so much, to be honest. For what you can see beyond what you can see. Actually, that's one of the things I like about life. Well, perhaps not "like"...but at least find highly interesting.