Communicating Our Inner World

I see photography not just as the activity of producing images/art/a record, but also as a bridge between our internal landscape and the external world we selectively engage with. While we cannot directly photograph thoughts or emotions (yet), our choices in subject matter, composition, and timing reveal the invisible threads of our inner narrative.

Foggy landscape with just a few isolated trees
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Recursive photo

The recursive aspect of the scene attracted me: taking the photo of a couple looking at a photo showing someone taking the photo of a group of people in front of another group having their photo taken.

A couple is looking at a photo in the street showing someone taking a photo of people in front of people having their photo taken
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Take More Photos Of People Around You

In today’s world, we’re constantly bombarded with photography. The perfectly curated, Instagram-ready images that tell a story in a single frame. But one of the most important things I’ve realized in the last few years is just how significant it is to take photos of the people around you. Not the posed, carefully staged portraits we think of as “important” pictures, but the candid, everyday snapshots that capture the essence of who these people really are.

My grandfather in his 90s shortly before his death
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Why I Try Hard To See Substack As a Good Place

As I said before, I’m not a social media person. I often find myself questioning whether I should try harder to be on those platforms and what they could possibly give me.

In an age where photos are posted daily (hourly? Minutely? Secondly?) on platforms like X and Instagram, it’s easy to overlook the deeper intentions behind each image. I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on this: why people take the photos they do, how they approach it, and what they see in those images. And as I’ve navigated these thoughts, one platform has kept me coming back: Substack.

A rusty metal hook in the sand is holding a fishing net in the sea
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