Ever since I remember I have been obsessed with pictures: Polaroids, film ones, digital ones. I just love something that captures a Time and a Place. I look around my room and it is full of pictures. Moments. These moments that existed, and then disappeared. I suppose I never considered the importance of a picture until I went through a box of my mums old pictures, and inside I found a sea of different memories from when she was younger. Different memories. Different times. Different people. Another world that existed and now it doesn't but you have proof that it happened, it is living and re-living in pictures and it is forever immobilized.
         

          You can see the time you went on a family holiday to Mallorca when you were two.
         
       
          Or the time you got your photos taken back in nursery or school.
       
         
          Or even more recently when you took that late evening stroll round a different city you'd never visited.
         
       
          Or the time in your old house when you we're playing in the garden because it was a nice summery day.
          Its all there and I guess that's why pictures are important. You can appreciate the pictures yourself or more importantly it opens up that little box in your head that takes you back to that time and that place, and the beauty is maybe it was a good time for you, or maybe it was a bad time for you, either way your happiness or sadness can resign in a picture. For example, you might not be able to recognize yourself or other people in a picture but it doesn't matter because it is frozen and it was what it was and I suppose that it is it, it is a fragment of time forever frozen, but frozen while your living and breathing.
          Yes, and I suppose that is why I love pictures.