December 11, 2004

• And now a word from the photographer...      I love photography. LOVE it.    There is something about capturing an image for eternity that appeals to the deepest part of me. If I manage to capture an image, and it conveys emotion, a sense of a place or a time, a feeling, or causes a certain feeling in the viewer, I feel I have accomplished a goal. I love to freeze forever a beautiful view that just lifts the innermost part of me, a view that fills me with wonder and awe is worthy of sharing. I strive to share that sense of awe with others.Or share the feelings of beauty, majesty or ennui.    The memories photos evoke never fails to impress me. When looking at photographs of people, especially the formal portraits taken in the late 1800s up through the 1930s, I unconsciously fill in details of the lives of those who are looking into the camera, chin up, eyes bright, shoulders squared. When I see documentary photos of wars and soldiers, I feel a pang knowing many of those are the last recorded images for family and friend who sent their kin off with a tight hug, kisses and tears. The photographs of flowers cheer and lift me with their color and lightness, their texture, their simple being. I can feel the warmth of the day when the sun is shining in a photo, or feel the thunder where there is a rainstorm.     I don't know exactly how, or when it happened, but I rarely just take my camera out and just shoot...to shoot. There was a time I couldn't be found without a camera in my hand or on my person. I have caught accidents and incidents that otherwise would have gone unrecorded. I have caught sudden showers, and instant emotions. I am going to return to carrying my camera with me where ever I go.     This is going to be remedied Immediately. There are emotions and moments  passing by uncaptured.                                                                                   Until later...                                  Kathie

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