Photography

All I Own - Sannah Kvist

Photo courtesy Sannah Kvist

Ever feel like you don’t own very much? A fundamental part of being a twenty-something is surviving with second-hand items or making do without.

Sannah Kvist recently photographed a bunch of people “born in the 80s” with every scrap they own piled up in the corner. It’s an interesting concept and Katie over at Yow Yow! discusses it much more eloquently here. Also, if you’d like to check it out, the rest of the pictures are here.

And while I’m talking about photographers, I’d like to take a moment to rant about digital photography. I love my DSLR, don’t get me wrong, however I really hate when pictures such as these have been altered so much that there’s no real photography left to it. These are more like paintings. They have been digitally altered in Photoshop or some other program so that it no longer matters what the original exposure, lens or shutter speed were. The real lighting for the day is no longer relevant, the colors have all been augmented and polarized. Yes, there is still an art to what has been done, but I’d rather pay to have a print that’s natural – not one that may as well be CGI. I’d also never get my breasts augmented and I hate Glee because of all the auto-tuning, so to each their own, I suppose?

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Picture Frame

Beginning from a single point in the glass, snaking cracks worked their way out creating a web of destruction. Once a shining smooth surface, it was now a treacherous landscaped marred by deep crevices reaching through to the other side. What was previously a unified whole was nearly shattered into countless pieces.

Beneath this devastated surface, moments were still laying peacefully; those tranquil shots from a distant past: a creek luminous with the light of a late afternoon sun, a blazing sunset beneath an old bridge. Those pictures were taken on a romantic and impulsive day-trip to adorn the wall of a happy humble home; taken for longevity with no fear of the future.

As she carefully, slowly gathered the shards of glass she knew there would be no return. After enough damage, no amount of repair can return something to how it once was. She scooped the broken pieces into a filthy old dustpan and carried it over to the trash. Pausing a moment, she looked at the pictures in the pan which had been dragged along with the glass. Scratched and dusty, she decided they were no longer worth keeping.

Tomorrow, she would buy a new frame.