White Night

The White Night, what shall we call it, Festival, Experience, Light Show was jam packed full of people. So many people. So many people heading some where, every where, at the same time. There was a crush of many currents at every intersection, jostling for position. Old young, walking being pushed, drunk sober, they were all there. It is kind of good, getting out from in front of the TV, the computer screen. Of course, I am talking about me, more so than every one else.

So many people taking photos. So, so many photos. If a digital photo actually weighs something the planet is going to fall out its orbit under the weight of them sooner than later. Some people just hold their camera above their heads and take shots seemingly indiscriminately. It made me think of all of those photographers in history who'd pose the photo and wait hours to take the shot. We take photos at an incredible rate, as though they are important, as though all of them are worthwhile. As though we are trying to capture every part of our lives. Surely, they can't all be for Facebook?

Here's what I took.