Memory Triggers Day Two

Day Two - Sight

Sunlight dancing on sparkling snow
Dewdrops hanging from hair-thin lengths of spiderweb
The couch
Pouring rain
Treehouse
Blizzards
Sunsets
Sunrises
Eiffel Tower
Hair out the window in the wind
My splatter wall
Sun chasing us
Mountains
Fog
Your eyes
Hampton roads
Cedar Ridge Blvd
Citadel Drive
Birchdale Avenue
The sunniest view on the windiest plain
Andrew's computer room
Photographs
The glow of my blue pc
Andrew's room
The room in Andrew's house with the fireplace
Flying over treetops in WoW
Through a viewfinder
Sun filtering through tree branches
Sunlight glinting off Katie's pool and reflecting in sunglasses
Through my car windshield from the driver's seat perspective on Pettingill, Gondola, Quispamsis, Marr, Clark, Parkdale and Gondola Point roads


Most of these images represent on a small scale what I have spent a large period of time in my life doing. They are like a microcosm of my life. And when I see any of them, or am in any of these situations, the period of time in my life where I spent the most time doing those things or seeing those images comes to mind all at once. Rather than pinpointing specific moments, they lead my thoughts to lengthy periods of time in which these events dominated, or they link separate occasions when I've seen these things that are important to me into a lump sum. For example, "Sunlight glinting off Katie's pool and reflecting in sunglasses" does take me to a specific moment when I took a photo of her at her pool with her sunglasses, but more importantly, it takes me back to the many summers we spent pouring our hearts out into the chlorinated waters.When I see "Sun filtering through tree branches" I am reminded of an idea that underscores a lot of my creative photography - how do I get the sun not to be light, but to be lines and shapes? I also envision child-like laughter and swinging in a park.

Although seeing these photos in real life and remembering what they link to in my life can be a highly nostalgic situation for me, it is not as strong as the connections to memory that I get through smell. The "sight" sense is more of a reflection on sections of my life in which I felt certain ways.