Through My Lenses

If you’d swing by my room, you’ll see a vast collection of photos hanging on my wall. These are my “babies”. Each and every one of them carefull edited, printed, and positioned so that I can wake up to them.

I oftentimes find myself asking: why are photos so interesting? Is it the angle of the camera or the editing that makes them spell-binding? Or could it be that our innate ability to project our thoughts onto photographs that make them intriguing? A real life “Pensieve”.

Not many people realize the abilities photos have. I’ve always believed that if you starred close enough into a photo, you could actually sense the people or object in it. Perhaps I’m fooling myself too much here, afterall how can a simple paper contain so much meaning or detail attached?

Well, I choose to believe that somehow the lights that enter the camera, preserved a tiny speck of energy in the photo, and if we paid close attention to it, we might be able to catch a glimpse behind it. Too far-fetched, I know.

Today, I was stricken by the horror that happened in Newtown, Connecticut. 26 innocent lives gone without justice. Photos flooding Facebook, leaving nothing but the thought of sympathy and devastation behind.

To look at a photo of your child, and embracing what’s left. To stare at the empty chair in the dinner table. I can’t imagine. I pray.

If my believe is by any chance right, I hope you embrace those photos and find the energy in it. Honour it. 

For today, the heavens are crowded with angels.

Rest in peace.