Why do I take photos?
By creating my blog "Je Raconte" Shorts stories in French I tried to find
an explanation for myself about the intense need I have to write
some of my fantasies, my dreams, some visions, painful moments as well as
moments of bliss.
Today, after being infected with the
photography virus, the camera’s click having become my second breath and the
pictures taken as addictive and effective as drugs the moment they appear on my
PC screen, I would like to understand my need for this addiction.
I photograph nature and
flowers, rusty locks of all kinds, old or new windows, women, men, children;
what I photograph is unusual. I do not like landscapes, I love the brambles.
Barbed
wire fascinate me their secrets which revealing development. I zoom twigs, iron
lines, leaves hanging at random; the dead leaves tell me their life, a faded
rose shows me the way of the end, a bird connects me to my freedom, a dog
to loyalty, a cat to selfishness.....
I click and
I publish on the internet, the criticism teaches me,” like’s “ give me the
wings, my days are filled with colors, shapes, scents and songs ......
How could I
name this addiction to photography???
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