The Time Machine

Photography, for me, doesn’t preserve memories, it creates them.  There are of course events that I have photographed and in so doing, I have preserved that memory.  But it is the act of making an image that has formed a lifelong memory of that exact moment.  I am currently sorting through a large shoebox of old photographs and I am having flashbacks!

Looking at images I took, some going back more than 40 years, I can recall the exact moment I took a particular photo. A visual memory of a split second of my life.  It is this powerful.

Remembering the mood of an actual event become more distorted as time passes, the truth of it becomes hazier.  What remains unchanged for me as a photographer however is the exact moment of when I pressed the shutter.  I remember where I was and why I took the photo.  I know of no other medium that does this for me.  Sounds and smells can also transport me to a particular time, however the experience is more fleeting.

I have always viewed art as a form of philosophy, a way to find meaning in life.  Photography allows me to travel, meet people and experience new situations.  Most of all, the camera gives me the  ability to record time and space and create powerful memories.

Photo: Elwood, Melbourne, Australia 1981