Photography is an affirmation.
An affirmation of light.
An affirmation of the significance of the moment (this being all we have).
An affirmation of the shared planet we walk on, and run on.
An affirmation of our shared humanity.
Sometimes, often, I wonder why photography matters.
Why I do it, and why so many others are gripped by this obsession.
There of course a thousand reasons why, but one of them is this:
That when we’re lost for words, when we’re reminded of darkness, when the news is full of toxicity, we have a choice towards silence, or continuing to share however humble it might be.
To offer up a painting, a poem, a story, a photograph –
prayer flags blowing in the wind.
Affirmation of what matters.
(Written in the days after the Boston bombing.)