I often here the expression 'its just a snapshot' spoken about a photograph as if the image was being viewed in a contemptuous manner, or flippant and dismissive. Such a shame really, since a good part of the 300 billion photos taken each year seem to fall into this category. A shame really. The first reference to the word was in and around the turn of the last century when Eastman sent forth to multiply the number of photographers on the planet. The snap shooter was seen as a casual photographer with little regard for intent or purpose but not in a derogatory sense. It was to complement the ease and casualness that was required for a photo to be produced. This annoyed the ****e out of the 'art' photographers like Stretzlig and Stiglitz who were only happy when you tried really hard. (see f:64). Even Picasso said that every photographer wanted to be an artist.
The snapshot has its place in photography. It is as important, possibly moreso, because the snapshot is a recording of the ordinary, everyday life and goings on of each of us. It is not necessarily viewed as a work of art of for its aesthetic qualities, nor for its drama or journalism. Its is, as they say, the first thing you grab in case of a fire.
My wife asked me what I would ensure left the house safely in case of a fire.
"Why, you, my dear" I quickly replied.
"How romantic" she responded, with a seductive smile that ensured a warm bed that evening.
"And on the way out can you make sure you pick up my cameras? I'll grab the whisky"
All of a sudden the bedroom froze over.
The snapshot has its place in photography. It is as important, possibly moreso, because the snapshot is a recording of the ordinary, everyday life and goings on of each of us. It is not necessarily viewed as a work of art of for its aesthetic qualities, nor for its drama or journalism. Its is, as they say, the first thing you grab in case of a fire.
My wife asked me what I would ensure left the house safely in case of a fire.
"Why, you, my dear" I quickly replied.
"How romantic" she responded, with a seductive smile that ensured a warm bed that evening.
"And on the way out can you make sure you pick up my cameras? I'll grab the whisky"
All of a sudden the bedroom froze over.
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