Telling Stories


That's me up there, sitting on my Mother's lap. It's one of my most favorite photos of my Mom and I. She would have been just a little younger than I am now.
There's a story behind every photograph captured, every snapshot stolen from a moment in time. I look at this photo, now through a mother's eyes, and wonder what her story was when this was taken.
It's fascinating to think about where our own photos will end up, forty or fifty years from now. Will somebody, somewhere, look at an image we've captured and wonder about the person in the frame? What they were thinking, feeling, doing in that exact moment? Perhaps it's a love of photography that leads me to also wonder about the person behind the lens. I wonder why it was they chose to capture a certain moment, a certain scene, a certain someone. I wonder what they were trying to tell me.
Holding this snapshot in my hands, a bit weathered with age, its paper curling from its backing, I make a wish that someday, somebody will do the same with a photograph of my own. I hope they wonder about the stories I've been telling.
Today, please share with us your photos that tell a story.
Image and post courtesy of the awesome Janice Squires, who many of us know and love from her blog Two Scoopz.
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/42677352@N03/6725083121/
This is a diptych I posted last November, it is about daring opening doors (often the ones we keep shut inside of ourselves) and being open to the wonders of our innerself and the world
It is called photo-thérapie ... we are now mid January and I can say that the door is opening ...
http://nathaliecausse.blogspot.com/2011/11/photo-therapie.html
http://www.flickr.com/photos/autumnsun/6310501991/
http://peaceloveandguacamole.com/2011/12/05/deaf-ears/
If I'm awake enough in the mornings, I catch myself thinking about all those other people on the bus, in the streets, on the subways. Who are they? Where are they going? What kind of morning are they having? Like this mother and daughter:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennifee/6651752793/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kristinarphotos/6727623425/in/photostream
http://www.petinahopephotography.wordpress.com
here is a very everyday photo and it's story
http://www.flickr.com/photos/22487105@N06/6687360683/in/photostream
http://www.traceytilley.com/Site/Blog/Entries/2012/1/2_Grandma_Was_a_Hussy.html