In my younger, more feisty days, I might discover someone staring at me and say, “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” How rude of me! I’ve mellowed out by God’s grace, but the principle remains true. Pictures are more reliable than memory. Furthermore, the pictures we take with our Power Shot or professional $7,000 EOS-1D X Canon tell the tale of our interests and personalities. I’ve labeled it, “The Psychology of Photography.”
Now, I’m no bona-fide psychologist, but I’ve read a few articles and books on the inner workings of the mind. Oy, I’m going deep!
Hear me out. As a further disclaimer, I’m not even close to being a pro with the camera. Yet, I’ve found that the items or people we find to point and shoot with our cameras tells a tale. For example, my son, Kendahl, is a professional photographer. He shoots outdoor settings and things like beautiful sunsets over lakes, even a bicycle stuck in the mud. Creative kinds of things. I get precious few family photos (not that he doesn’t like his family), because he’s like the cobbler without shoes for his kids. I’ll give him that one.
I like to take pictures of people and strange things. Sometimes the two collide.
What kinds of photos do you take? Maybe you just like to absorb your surroundings and forget to pull the camera out of the bag. That says something about you, too. Living in the moment is a quality I admire. So, no need to feel guilty. On a recent trip to Dallas with my friend, Rosemarie Malroy, we took a side excursion to Grape Vine, Texas. I took photos.
Man, do these shots say a lot about me. Here’s a partial list: Signs (12 of them), historical buildings, streets, statues, food, coffins and grave markers. I’m posting a few of my photos.
You do the psychological analysis. Just don’t come looking for me with a new “jacket” to try on.
Tell me about your photos and what you make of the psychology behind them. Does this topic interest you? As you know, the discussion can be as endless as our boxes of photos or our digital albums.