Photography is, generally, the materialization of what we see: a flower, a smile, a car.
Some time we, photographers, go further and we try to materialize what we imagine. We built a set, got the right light and playing with colours, objects and perspective, we manage to get a photograph equal or similar to what we did imagine.
We also try to capture what is not imprisoned: time. Through a photograph we try represent an hour, a year, a life time. Good photographers are able to do that.
It is also common to photograph things that aren’t material: love, cold, grief, freedom. Then, most of photographers use standard codes to reach a universal communication: a kiss, a coat, a tear, a broken chain. Or any other that represents the photographer’s feelings and, at the same time, can be read the same way by the viewers. Some photographers are master on the job, some are professionals and some just got luck.
But there are subjects that became really difficult to reproduce with a photograph. At least for me. Like a mixture of odours.
On a very hot day, with no wind what so ever, nearby a railway track, there is this unique scent.
It came from the wooden railway-track blocks (the modern concrete ones doesn’t have it), from the iron rails, from the lubrication oil felled from the wheels, from those wild plants growing on the sides, from the electricity poles and cables or the ozone created there…
Together with this strange odour, there is the old memories that came to me: vacations, empty railway stations, the waiting time spend sitting on the ground, leaned on the back-pack, the sound of bugs flying around, the sweat going down the torso, the company and the good times spend together…
How do we tell all this in just a photograph? I’ve tried it again and again and I still haven’t been able to do a picture that sows it as I want. The one you see up there is just an essay not full reached.
But, maybe, some things aren’t reachable by photography!
Texto e imagem: by me
Some time we, photographers, go further and we try to materialize what we imagine. We built a set, got the right light and playing with colours, objects and perspective, we manage to get a photograph equal or similar to what we did imagine.
We also try to capture what is not imprisoned: time. Through a photograph we try represent an hour, a year, a life time. Good photographers are able to do that.
It is also common to photograph things that aren’t material: love, cold, grief, freedom. Then, most of photographers use standard codes to reach a universal communication: a kiss, a coat, a tear, a broken chain. Or any other that represents the photographer’s feelings and, at the same time, can be read the same way by the viewers. Some photographers are master on the job, some are professionals and some just got luck.
But there are subjects that became really difficult to reproduce with a photograph. At least for me. Like a mixture of odours.
On a very hot day, with no wind what so ever, nearby a railway track, there is this unique scent.
It came from the wooden railway-track blocks (the modern concrete ones doesn’t have it), from the iron rails, from the lubrication oil felled from the wheels, from those wild plants growing on the sides, from the electricity poles and cables or the ozone created there…
Together with this strange odour, there is the old memories that came to me: vacations, empty railway stations, the waiting time spend sitting on the ground, leaned on the back-pack, the sound of bugs flying around, the sweat going down the torso, the company and the good times spend together…
How do we tell all this in just a photograph? I’ve tried it again and again and I still haven’t been able to do a picture that sows it as I want. The one you see up there is just an essay not full reached.
But, maybe, some things aren’t reachable by photography!
Texto e imagem: by me
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