There exist in our lives certain events
occasions and times that are held to be
so vital, we require they be lent
the gravity only achieved by the
presence of the great electronic eye,
wielded by professional hands.
of photography, as carried out by
the commercial practitioner, is part
invisibility mix’d together
with omnipresence and the knowledge of
when to snap the shutter. For wherever
the mem’ries are, he must hover above,
around, beneath, or beside so as to
capture them all. He is a part and yet
apart. Seen by all, yet known to a few.
His is the name that most will soon forget,
but it will be by his work that times will
be remembered. He is found in every
moment, but is missing from every still
photograph that strengthen our weak mem’ry.
The truth is the photographer is who
we all wish to imitate. He is one
who sees and captures all that people do
and yet chooses to keep, when he is done,
only those times, moments, and frozen frames
of life that speak of and reflect the best
of things and best of times. His simple aim
is to find and keep precious moments lest
they and all they carry with them become
forgotten once their time has come and gone.
The witnesses of the past will fall mum,
but the simple photographer speaks on.
He is the curator of our mem’ry’s
museum, the keeper of our sacred trust.
In his camera and film he holds the keys
with which to keep secure from mem’ry’s rust
those times in life in which life and meaning
can be found. For if the weakest pen be
greater than ‘membrance’s greatest gleaning
of past events and distant times, then see
that greater still is the power found in
simple photographs set in frames upon
the wall or hidden in albums, bound in
cloth, to keep them safe when all else is gone.