I love photographs. The way they look, their colours and structure. A picture well taken is a picture treasured. Pictures are sentimental objects - even if they are virtually so.
But all those reasons aren’t why I love photographs. It’s really much simpler than that. I love the way we capture time. We are constantly pining after the wonders of time travel, but we travel back in time every time we set eyes on a photo. We are transported to that moment - to that sliver of time - whether or not we were originally there or not.
Seeing a picture from our past can flood us with a whole host of unwanted, sometimes forgotten, emotions. Something so small can make us cry so much. Or, on the reverse, they can make us unimaginably happy for the rest of the day.
Your feelings are the same as they were then, in the picture you are looking at. You are angry, scared, excitable. You are your younger self again, and all those silly worries are back and prominent in the forefront of your mind.
It’s amazing really - how one image can cause our innards to squirm and squeal, and our emotions to go rocketing about all over the place. We can capture and preserve moments in time, so that we can remember them at a later date. We catch time and store it in videos and pictures, for our pure enjoyment.