"How many pictures in the world are actually snaps of the moment after and not of the one that incited the photograph to press the trigger of the camera ? How many snaps capture only the vestige, the reaction, the laugh, the waves?" Reif Larsen, The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet.
This quote (approximately translated in English..) describes the feeling I have when I look through my pictures. We all have tons of useless pictures, failed snaps, especially since the invention of digital cameras where pictures of pretty much everything and nothing are taken. But when trying to sort them, I end up being unable to delete some bad pictures. Bad because photographically speaking they are blurry, exposed to contre-jour, too light, too dark, badly framed, pointless. But unable to delete them because they depict a perfect moment, that even the best photographer could never honor on a piece of paper. And this put on perspective, the picture starts looking better than at first glance. I kind of remember how I felt at this moment when looking at the misfit picture. Like an echo of a past feeling. And a bit secret, because people never show those pictures.
V.
