I have been thinking of what story to tell for my photo essay. I really want it to be something that tells at least some part of my life. Lately I have been thinking about past memories and what they mean. It seems like as you get older, the places that have some type of meaning to you seem to disappear and be replaced by something that you cannot connect to. I plan to explore something like this for my photo essay.
Do I have some type of grand narrative? No, my story seems to be made up of a lot of little stories that are significant to me in many different ways, but they in no major way seem to chronicle every aspect of what my life is.
I am definitely still writing the story of my life. All I have done so far is the beginning. It’s funny though. When I think of my life as a story it seems like it would be a pretty boring story for other people to read or hear. But to me it is not boring. I guess that is just because different things mean different things to different people, just like photographs. To someone else, a picture of my old house does not seem that great... but to me it holds so much value.
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