Suddenly I fall in a timeless hole. Spaceless too.
In a second my worryness, my happiness, my lonelyness, my oneness are blown out.
As I can’t believe that, I get out for a cigarette inside the 40°C plus atmosphere.
Do you smoke?, can someone ask me. In fact she did.
Do I smoke, I ask myself.
But I come in again and start writing this.
The reason for all that is that I had opened one of my dummies I did long ago.
A photo dummy with golden words.
It has interesting photographs inside. I thought.
The subject matter seems irrelevant: the starting of the year 2014.
As I can remember or guess nothing special happened then. And, as I have a fast look to those words actually they don’t seem to tell anything special other than evanescent reflections about my situation then.
But what transported me to this special state of mind is this photograph
A small print about 5x10 cm, that, yes, perhaps I roughly remember to have shot on a carnival day.
At first I wonder whether I coloured it from black and white, … but no, it is a digital photograph whose dng file must be also floating in a timeless spaceless hard disk together with many others…
Yes, it is a common carnival photograph, but to be honest I modestly can say that I nailed the composition.
But that’s not the real point of it. Everything is intriguing in it. Much more than how much intriguing they wanted to be.
… and that results being an interesting point about photography!
Yes, as I mention, I could try to find the digital file to have a closer look at it, to edit it better perhaps.
But, as the way it is… with some dust on and the perfect lack of resolution that makes me unable to read the letters of that also intriguing upside down book the lady holds in her hand.
As I look at it again in the screen, it keeps on transporting me deeper.
All that made me also wishing again to make a new pinhole camera, because there are also interesting pinhole shots, like this one
Or that other one, probably pinhole, including some golden words
Or that other also pinhole one, showing a bird cage I photographed somewhere
Am I somehow out of some cage through this spaceless timeless hole?
Or, what is actually this?
Compelling, as you invariably are. The photographs particularly. The last one above the others, even the carnival - (where I suspect some prankster ghost popped in for a laugh.)
Can’t help thinking you inadvertently captured actual experience. The camera beunf possibly the ultimate weapon which photographers quietly wield, damning murderers by generously lending us their eyes. Letting us not forget.
(Do you ever suspect that Time is an imposed construct, intended to reduce the alarm we would feel once we realize we exist simultaneously everywhere?)
(I believe poets guess)