Instax Texas Sage

 I’ve shared photos of my Texas Sage before, but capturing it with my Polaroid or Fujifilm Instax Mini always gives it a new personality. Each camera brings its own unique charm—offering slightly different tones, lighting, and textures. I love the vintage feel these instant cameras create; there's something nostalgic and timeless about the way they frame a moment. It’s not just a photo—it’s a little piece of art with character.

Instax Sky

 

This photo of the sky was taken with my Instax Mini camera.   The appeal of having an actual photo and the aesthetic of a “polaroid” has always been something that  I have enjoyed.      

Pictures of You, Pictures of Me…

Back on 3 November, 2007 when I first created this blog after being inspired by a friend of mine.   I never knew I would still be doing it for so many years, it just never occurred to me.   I remember when I was still coming up with the concept for the Uncertain Horizon, I knew I wanted to include photos and make it different from any blog I have maintained in the past.   I wanted it to be personal, but I wanted to write about how the photos made me feel… and sometimes the photos make me feel completely different from what is actually in the photo, and in more recent times I have taken to some of the many “Day Meme’s” that exist, and have experimented with them.   I also know that from My very first post (3 November, 2007,) all the way to 26 January,2009 my photo’s mostly came from my Samsung Sync phone, and since then it has been maintained with my Sony Cybershot with a sprinkling of photos from my phones since.

 This photo was actually taken with my Blackberry Curve; it was of a small photo that I found on the road.   I think it really symbolizes the reason that this blog was centered around photos to begin with.   You see, when I was about 10 years of age I went to a flea market and found several family photo albums from an estate sale.   I had no idea who the people were, but I found it very interesting, these were moments in these people’s lives, moments captured forever.   However while it was very sad that a family lost these captured moments, I was inspired to capture my own moments, and from that moment on I loved photos intensely.   And while I have no idea how this small piece of a photo found it’s way onto the street, or who the people are in it… or who took it originally… I find it fascinating, and mesmerizing.

Time Theory

Have you ever thought about how time moves, and brings us along with it? I think of time as a piece of growing paper, right now we are on the edge of the paper, nothing in front of us… it just grows and makes a path before us as we move forward through time. Everything and everyone that came before us still exists, they go through all their lives just like normal… up until the point that they no longer need time, and after that they move on leaving part of themselves behind that exists where they once did… back in 1988 or 1388 B.C.E., of course living people do the same. Now Einstein said that time travel forward was possible, and that past travel was impossible… I disagree.I believe that the only way we can travel into the future is by traveling close to the speed of light and allowing time dilation to occur, this would in fact give the traveler the sense that they have traveled through time, when all they really did was just wait for time to pass around them. Now travel into the past I believe is possible, and has been done at many points through history, its just that many travelers are smart enough to know that interfering with a timeline would only create a paradox that has already been created. Take the ole “Dead Grandfather” paradox… Ok You go back in time and kill your grandfather before he has a chance to father your dad, therefore giving you no possible way to exist. So how could you have gone back in time and killed your grandfather? OK… Well lets say you wanted to go back in time and kill your grandfather, so you went back… You know what!? Your going to fail, and I can prove that by your existence. So perhaps even though we live on the edge of time, whose to say that were not already re living our lives and part of us hasn’t already moved on? Who’s to say that the edge of time isn’t already at 2063 and some of us are already long dead? And Who’s to say that some of the random people you see on the streets that look at you aren’t really time travelers? Just something to think about…..

(Flashback... Originally Written Jan. 29th, 2006 at 12:34 PM

The photo is a restored, as best as possible, photo of my grand mother and my aunt and uncle... aprox 1960.)

Shadow

She was my best friend when I was a child, and I remember when she first came into my life… one of the few moments that I remember with vivid clarity. She followed me around like I was her hero, she would even go into the bathroom when I was taking a bath and try to jump in… it was so adorable. Her following me earned her name, Shadow, and for the next five years she was my shadow. She was with me when things were great, and I remember that no matter what happened in my life, she was my constant… my companion, a love I could always count on. I remember the day she left as vividly as the day she came into my life, it happened fast, she got really sick… I remember holding her and telling her how grateful I was that she was in my life, and I remember her whimpering for me to hold her… and I remember her last breath. She was my best friend, but as time passes us by, and memories of her fade I know that she will always be in my heart.

This photo of Shadow was taken sometime around 1996 or 1997, it has stood the ravages of time, and the original has many flaws that appeared over the last decade. When it came into my hands I stored it, and today I decided to try to restore it. I am pleased with the results considering how worn the original is. I love the photo itself, it captures her essence perfectly, she was very playful and sweet, and I do miss her.