Photography, Expression et al

In everything man does, he seeks a certain sense of meaning and purpose. And expression forms a major part of all that drives human endeavour. Though speech and text may appear as fundamental, pedestrian modes of ‘communication’ rather than those for seemingly loftier objective of ‘expression’, one must clearly understand, that all that separates the two near identical twins, is an invisible wall of man made context. And all that lends any semblance of weight to the wall, is the coloured lens of perception that we all so gracefully adorn.
Realizing the generic flavour that my wandering mind has lent to this piece thus far, I shall embark on a quick hyperlink, straight to photography.

“Writing with light” – it is surprising how sharply accurate this etymological translation can be. For in every frame that one captures, by design or happenstance, there are inscribed a million words, each waiting for one’s eye to place them together. Every line that directs you to a higher object, each shade and colour that embellishes the developing orchestration, every single entity present, distinct or otherwise, is an ambassador of so much. From one world to another, and yet, in so many ways from one to one’s own self.

Photography lends a relatively easy-to-decipher, and easy-to-implement medium to that which poets fill pages with; which dancers use to immerse themselves in; which painters dedicate their every stroke to; photography gives wings to the mind which knows no bounds, in a manner that negates deficiencies of more physical talents.
Personally, I have observed I love pictures that don’t overtly speak out too much to you. For instance, to me, a bunch of friends snapped just after they break their pose beats the picture posed for initially. For it is when images are left alone, with little expectation of direct meaning, that they allow one to read deep into them. Every expression captured, be it human or otherwise, asks one to sit down and listen; listen, to a long and fascinating story that it has just witnessed. All that stands between our selves and that untold story, is our own willingness to lend it the ear it so deserves. Linkages may be drawn to this quote I chanced upon long back:
“What is destroying humanity today is not the lack of wonders, but that of wonder.”
(Think. Digest. Proceed.)

So the next time you chance on a picture, pause, and listen to it speak. The music it encompasses is very, very beautiful. Lakeside lens loving is indeed the stuff dreams are made of!

PS: Lakeside Lens Lovers - The Photography Club of IIMC.