I was looking through Mr. F.’s photos the other day on the computer, and I noticed that there were a lot of photos from his “previous life” but not so many of the two (and now three) of us. There was Christmas ’03 through Christmas ’06 but not any Christmas ’08 and Christmas ’09 (our first two Christmases together). This made me a little sad. There were also pictures of Williamsburg, but not of the time we went. Those pictures contained photos of She Who Must Not Be Named. Let me state upfront that this is not going to be a du Maurier-esque post about how I feel threatened and judged by a woman who is no longer around. (Although perhaps that would be the more interesting read). I wasn’t bothered by the pictures themselves. Rather, I was bothered by the lack of documentation of two really wonderful years. I guess you could argue that the lack of photographs are telling; we were too busy and happy to bother with a camera. But still.....
I really like looking at photographs. I like the memories they help recall. However, I always feel a little bit disingenuous when I spend the time taking pictures rather than really living in the moment. For example, I think I enjoy Christmas and the opening of presents among family members when I am not worrying about getting the perfect shot that future generations will enjoy. I am just really conflicted in my desire for pictures. I want there to be documentation, but I do not want to document it. What I would really like is to have a professional photographer around 24/7 to capture all of our family moments.
Then the photographs themselves can be misleading.
“Oh look, here is Finn in a pumpkin patch. What a wonderful Fall moment. How fun it must have been to go to a farm and see the pumpkins and the animals.”
The reality was that we went to get a specific picture and that Finn couldn’t have cared less about the whole excursion.
“Animals? Whatever. What is this big, orange thing between my legs? Why am I on the ground? Why aren’t you feeding me woman and putting me down for a nap?”
So what do you guys think? Do you try to document events in your life? Do you feel that taking pictures inhibits you from enjoying the moment?