Photo kill . . . . .

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I would really like to take my cup of tea, settle into my comfortable chair and watch a good movie. But I’m finding good movies hard to find, so I almost always end up watching more ghastly news or watching a National Geographic of some kind. Well, really, they are often of one kind . . . animals chasing and killing and eating each other. It’s painful to watch, yet awesome, and the backgrounds of forest, desert, rivers, plains, are gorgeous.

I remind myself that I just turned down several movies that were about people killing people and here I am watching tigers, lions, leopards, crocs, and even huge spiders killing and eating other creatures. I don’t understand what we can learn from this.  It seems it is alright to kill other animals for your survival. But people don’t kill people for that. So far, at least, we don’t eat each other. Not physically, although through our words and actions we are often wearing each other down. We do kill and eat animals though. But it’s so common we don’t take pictures of it or feature the kill on the internet. We love the dogs and cats and horses. We eat the chickens and pigs.

Watching the scenery makes me want to be a photographer, yet I can’t  imagine what professional photographers go through to catch these shots. It has to mean hours and hours of waiting in uncomfortable and dangerous niches and often leaving without a single shot. Storms, both water and dust. Extreme hot or cold. And always danger.

Maybe it wouldn’t be as much fun as I’d thought but, man, I admire their work. Just don’t like the killing.

I can’t even kill a fly. I open the door and shoo them out.

 

 

 

Old people, old pictures . . . . .

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Somehow, people think that old people spend their time looking at old pictures and remembering how wonderful things once were and sighing over how horrible things are now. Not. How wonderful kids once were, and good times. Still.

Somehow, when we look back and see all the changes in our society we can know for certain there will be that many changes again, over and over. To predict what direction these changes will take is impossible. To speculate which changes are bad for the society and which may lead to better things is impossible.

When I look at old pictures I just remember the good feelings from those moments and I know that people today experience those same good feelings in their lives and will one day look back at their pictures and enjoy them again.  People today have so many more pictures than we ever did, photos snapped anytime, anywhere with no limit . . . and no cost to develop them . . and no need to put them into photo books with little black corners to hold them (the activity that we often put off for years.). That indeed is one of the reasons we don’t have so many pictures from our lifetimes . . . the cost not only of the cameras and the film, but the cost of development and cost for copies. For young people on low incomes it was a luxury.

I have so few pictures of my wedding, and the ones I have were taken by friends with good cameras. I have so few pictures of  my babies, but I remember every moment with them and can bring up those pictures in my mind at any time. Bathing the babes in the kitchen sink . . . capturing their amazement at gifts under the Christmas tree . . . overseeing their first bicycle experience.

Even though times have changed, parents still experience those moments, and they record them. One day they will look at those pictures, just as we look at our memories, and they will assess what was happening, what they were learning, in those years. And they will thank those kids who came into their lives and taught them.