Freeze-frame. The subjects of the photo, the situation, the surroundings are all frozen at that moment in time, crystal-clear (if your photographer has a decent hand), in color or in b&w;, for people to see for posterity — or at least until someone decides to destroy the original and all copies. Ü
I have a whole folder of photos in my 6-gigabyte flash drive; they are of events, places, and people I’ve encountered over just this year. Yet another folder is in a removable hard drive taking up about 4 gigabytes of space — and that’s just for photos of the past three years. The rest of the photos from my twenty-something years resides in drawers and boxes in my house.
Just last month I hit 1,000 tagged photos of myself on Facebook. My uncle tells me I need help, haha, but I love posting photos because time in its tyranny flows ever forward. Photographs are my only way, aside from (faulty) memory to assure myself that certain things happened, that certain people were in my life.