The way we stand

Weeks, days, minutes pass.

And seconds.

Time passes and we pass through days and nights.

And we change and evolve… don’t we?

When we are tired we go to bed, where we dream intangible stories for a few hours until excitement of a new day inspires us to leap out of it.

We can hardly distinguish by how much that sleep made us different to our yesterday’s selves, but little by little, in an elusive manner, we become somewhat …. not-quiet-the-same, than we were years ago.

Today, purely by chance I had looked at two photographs, two portraits of mine, which I took twenty five years apart. Obviously, I am aware that I grew older in physical terms, but (surely) that body is still a home to the same character, the same personality, the same curious Bo, who is eager to explore the human civilization to the full. Yet, all too often, I realised that while I may have learned more, I also, in at least even measure, forgot just as much. I possibly experienced new things, but I was bruised on a way just as equally.

I put two images side by side.

Both cameras are Canon, even if one is A1 and the other 50D.

I am holding them in a similar manner.

Hair, jacket, sweater, background place myself in vaguely different situations.

But that is almost superficial.

I went out to meditate.

When I was walking over the bridge, I understood the crucial, fundamental difference: the key is in the way I stand.

And, you know, this flash of thought helped me to place myself within my current reality.

Thank you Joseph Nicéphore Niépce, Louis-Jacques-Mandé Daguerre, William Henry Fox Talbot for the gift of photography!!!!