A Child In Time
Someone remind me please the reason I decided to only ever shoot in RAW. Have 2 weeks of about 500 shots to go through (& yes they are all in RAW). I seem to be spending all my time in the study these days editing pictures(damn, me stupid). I am missing/have missed Smallville, damn, but thank God for Sky +
So here I am, 5 hours later still in the study, eyes weary, Babyface's live DVD playing in the background, fingers tapping away at keyboard and mouse, hating Adobe with each passing moment, at back of mind thinking "do I really have to go to work tomorrow?" Oh well Sinem is sat behind me slaving over her plagiarising student's coursework (there is a God :) and her dreaming of the day she will be a Doctor, a housewife/writer/novelist/poet/photographer and web developer?? (don't ask) ).
The shot for today was taken back in the days when Auto was king, and JPEG was the only format I knew you could shoot in (aaaahhhh the good ol days). Gone to the lake to horn the skills, and chanced upon this shot. A Child In Time. Had been taking lots of shots of the scene but felt it still needed something and bang came my little man to make my job complete.
Okay I know you all came to read Sinem's daily "words" (TRAITORS). So here she is.......
A CHILD IN TIME
Free from fear, doubt and worry, a child holds the summer sunshine in his smile, grasps time in the palms of his small hands, and runs towards the swans, the wind in his wake. Wherever life may have taken him from that point in time, however tall and strong he might have grown, the child is there in time – forever young, forever happy, and forever smiling. The child holds an eternity in that frail frame, 'the foster child of silence and slow time' (Keats, 'Ode on a Grecian Urn)
When smiles fade, wrinkles deepen, eyes lose their fire, all we've got left as mere proof we've lived a life worth living, with all its joy, passion and heartache are the photographs of years gone by, of that old man who was once a child in time.
Therefore… Art does not just outlive life but celebrates it for eternity.
Photograph by Suby
Words by Sinem
"Ars longa, vita brevis"