I’ve often thought “photography” doesn’t exist anymore, most of the “images” printed now are collages, they can’t be anything else.
Yes, one can tug at light, violate colors and change perspectives with a twist of a dial, but it’s all a single slice of cheese wrapped in cellophane, the object’s don’t always have to say cheese.
One thing I sense photographers doing that makes me uncomfortable, like in your story, is to make it appear that beaches, shores, sidewalks and buildings stopped for a pose. How can a photographer feel comfortable with sending the message that a bolt of lightening took position and grinned for them?
Oh, the power!
Is it just my suspicion, or does this have something to do with September 11th, 2001?
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