Last month I had a hard time choosing a photo heart connection and I find the same is true this month. I'm connected with a variety of my photos because I think they are good, because I saw something in an instant and knew it would be a good photograph, or because I can remember the moment clearly on the day it was taken. I'm not feeling the heart connection though.
Something I like about photography beyond the act of capturing images, sharing them with an "audience" of friends, taking time to process them to bring out the best, etc. I can look at a photo from August of 2012 and remember that night or day or morning and sometimes my state of mind. It is rare when I'm puzzled about where a photo was taken.
Nostalgia. The dictionary says it's a yearning for something in the past, connected with happiness, but I think of it too as a peek backward that may be a regret or a simple remembrance without much emotional pull toward pleasure or pain. It seems nostalgia isn't connected with something that happened last week or a month ago, but it digs deeper to a time in the distant past. I shall contact Merriam-Webster and ask them to give a go at tweaking that definition for me.
I took this just a few days back at an old school building which is no longer occupied. It was pretty cold so I did a once around the building capturing images until I could no longer feel the fingers on my right hand. This image has a sense of nostalgia for me reminding me of an elementary school I attended. I don't have particularly fond memories of the school, nor negative ones either. It is the windows. They looked like this at Park Street School, especially outside of my 4th grade classroom-at least to me with a 9 year old's perception.
What draws me to the image are the cords hanging from the windows. I didn't see them while shooting, only when I looked at my photos later in the day. I wonder if I did see them while shooting and they just didn't register. I did note the different levels of the shades (not blinds), and I liked the imperfection which is when my brain suggested to my index finger I should push the shutter button.
When I look at this photo a year from now, I'll remember that I parked around back, the red door on the right side of the building, the sort of sorry state of a building now empty and becoming freezing cold 3/4 the way around and wishing I'd parked closer.
I have no idea what this photo-heart connection is about, but there it is. Thank you to Kat for the link up. I enjoy participating every month.