Consider this proof of life! I have my wits and my fingers, still. I will return more consistently, and soon, I hope. I miss my friends here.
On every world where creatures have both sight and sapience, the technology follows: translating light into matter.Lens, mirror, silver nitrate, ammonium thiosulfate… It’s easy to take it for granted once it becomes commonplace. But I think when people see it for the first time, they know the truth of it.Photography is witchcraft.I smirk, but I mean it.Go on, roll your eyes. I know you want to.Then stop and think for a moment. You take a camera, point it towards some map of light and take your exposure. What have you done? You have frozen a moment of light that will never come again and trapped it in static silence.Think of all the photographs taken. How many outlive those who know what they are, or why? They lose context, they lose names, they become nothing but a static, silent record of light.Yet you laugh at the thought that a camera captures essence and soul.Take your shot.The camera will be more honest than your eyes, if less sensitive. It will record exactly what it sees.There. You have the record, my essence trapped in silence. I don’t envy you, in that darkroom, when you finally see what you have caught..