When I look through my camera roll on my iPhone, I see so many pictures that I have sent in text messages to family and friends, quick selfies or snapshots of my surroundings. With a few exceptions, my first thought is that I need to take the time to go through and delete them to open up more memory. Far removed from analog photography where each print is a precious artifact, my usage of photography often serves more as a shorthand, visual language. Clearly I'm not the only one, since many of my peers use the app "Snapchat" which has its niche precisely in the transient existence of images. I titled this post "Passing Pulses" because today check up on how family/friends are doing, and share our own "vitals" within a decentralized community via texting, email, and social media. I see this shift as both a blessing and a curse; with family that is out-of-state now that I am in school I enjoy sharing humorous snippets of life to make them smile, yet it can only serve as an augmentation, not a substitute for deeper connection. As far as photography itself is concerned, I still enjoy taking casual snapshots enabled by my smartphone, but I also enjoy the satisfaction of working for the perfect shot with intention.
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