Images

Yesterday night I took a local train to a nearby college, where a friend lives. It was a strange visual, speeding on a dirty, old train through industrial New Jersey, watching the sun set below the factory stacks and apartment buildings. The song Hard Love by Bob Franke played in my head the whole ride, and the colors of the sun reminded me of something you'd see in a magazine. When I see that sort of thing, it always creates an internal discord- I want to take a photo of what I'm seeing, to save and cherish, but I also believe that the important things should be captured in your memory, because a camera will never get the moment quite right. This is the reason I very rarely bring a camera anywhere- not to capture the extreme angles of New York City or the harsh contrasts of a bridge against the Adirondack Mountains. Sure, I sometimes take photographs of nature and trees, and I will always take photos of my friends, but when I see something tragically, heart-stoppingly beautiful, I keep it in my memory.