The language of photography hints at the power we sense in it: we take pictures, we shoot photos, we capture a face in the frame. It is the language of force because the photographer both observes and extracts, seizes from a moment a relic that remains fixed even as the moment passes. For years after the first cameras were introduced, they were viewed with alarm; people feared that their spirits might stay with the picture after they died rather than moving on to the next life. There was something unnerving about an image so alive and yet so eternal.
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