Often I feel as if I don’t really exist. I think that sometimes, photography is a way for me to prove that I do exist. Or maybe not even that I exist, but rather that my particular view point at this particular juncture in time existed. So when I read the Barthes quote below, it made me cry a little, of course these days, everything makes me cry a little, or sometimes a lot. Maybe in these brutal and murderous times we’re all crying a little?
“The Photograph does not call up the past (nothing Proustian in a photograph). The effect it produces on me is not to restore that which has been abolished (by time, by distance) but to attest that what I see existed ”
-Roland Barthes Camera Lucida