The Photographer
Recording passages
That are not more than flashes of the eternal arrangement
Appearing accidentally in front as much as elsewhere
Always as part of the totality of being.
What is in this conundrum of moments?
That surpasses the possessions
of here
An image existing as the linkage between there and us
As if it needed a linkage
It does not
necessitate our acknowledgement
On the contrary it wants the quiet of its passing
So not to awake the demons
That time leaves behind as regrets of passages gone by
We the makers of images happen to constructs illusions
Personal possibilities that should explain the limits of now
As if we could understand and pass to
other the wisdom of time
But we do not
As thieves of time and matter
Construct we must
Accepting
our experience felt
Objectifying it by our possession
Beware
We devise tools to try to control immortality
Knowing that in the wisdom of all
Our work
will also finish in the heap of the transient beings
Produced by the vanity of men who think of themselves gods
What then is the excuse to participate in this creation?
What then is this capture of the presence of man?
What
then is our procedure to grasp?
What is that then that for a brief moment as it disappears?
We want to care for
it
Why then do we want with all our might to create a sense of order?
Because then- we can believe
in the worth of the moment and understand at least
That time is precious and that time proceeds in creating the most
fabulous possibilities by its mere existence
That we are here present to applaud the masterpiece and hopefully capture
it
So that we can participate in this Godly force as we rejoice in it
Photography belongs to the profound
acceptance of a greater force
Photography produces individuals that proceed to show to the rest
That we are so
lucky
Leopoldo Kram 2008 copyright
