I own two kinds of photographs, mine and others.
I am enchanted by the fact how meaningless a photograph can be and in the other hand how much power one single picture can contain.
While holding a small old photograph of an anonymous baby with only a faded profile to be seen, I can feel how the dense memory within the photograph of this now probably departed person weighs on my hand.
It is said that one truly dies only when the last person who remembers him dies.
Sometimes I feel responsible of the people in my photographs.
By taking someone's picture I might prolong their life. They do not know this, nor do I. But that is not important.
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