Photographs and Memories

For Phil.

 

We wrote a hundred letters ,and you did not write an answer.

 

This too, is a reply.

I wonder how photo line ups used to jog the memory of victims identifying their perpetrator plays into this? There's been way too many accounts of victims relying on their memory of the perp's facial features that are soon forgotten or mis-remembered that sends an innocent person to prison from relying on their mug shot.

 

Maybe the victim should take up photography so they can soon forget the trauma they suffered under only they'll have to take a bunch of shots of the perp to induce this photo-taking impairment effect.

 

Interesting Tim. There's quite a bit of research on the effect of photo line-ups. There's a professor named Ronald Fisher who has done a lot of work on memory and interviewing in police investigations and one of the topics is how to best administer a photo line-up in such a way that it doesn't pre-suppose a witness to select a particular suspect. Here's a link to his bio. (We share a last name, and I've worked with him in the past, but we are not related.)

http://www.analyticinterviewing.org/Wordpress/?page_id=183

That's an interesting article on the subject but did the research actually take note of how the photographic process affects the perception of a person? I discovered how profoundly different a person can be made to look that you wouldn't be able to identify a collection of photos of the same person as being the same person.

 

Here's an example below of collection of selfie's I made. It's me, but not all look like me. I have others that make me look even more different.

Uh no, they all look like the same nar.....uh guy.

LMAO.

Hmmm Tim, I think #4 is the perp! Though #3 has pretty shifty eyes!

"My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all

And even if I could it'll all be gray, put your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

 

Phil S, Aug 13, 2018 Report".

 

With a hundred thousand preceptors the sphere revolves round the Phil , seeking the Phil.

 

But where is the Phil.

Tim.

 

I'm scared.

"t you responded to are the lyrics to Stan which is about this well-meaning but deranged dude " Phil

 

Never heard of the dude, Stan.

 

"I mean, c'mon now Allen, it ain’t no fun if I have to keep explaining things to ya like this"...Phillip.

 

Patience is a virtue, Phil. Methinks you like virtues.

 

Only sweet voiced birds are imprisoned.

Owls are not kept in cages.

How about everyone veering back on topic. Photographs & Memories.

Not about my tastes in music, about productive discourse. Pasting in videos is not conversation, and contributes very little, IMO.

Well, no photograph has ever been made in a vacuum either.

So post photos with or without comment that support your POV.

I don,t understand a lot of this thread. When I was 8 years old I took a snap of my mother sitting in a deckchair in our back garden. She is not looking at the camera or smiling, she appears tired and lost in her own thoughts. It reminds me of my father working 6 days a week in Saville Row, getting home at 9 and my mother working full time and then coming home to the cooking and housework. It sums up a massive part of my story and has never been bettered in 60 years of photography despite being tiny and out of focus. It was lost in a house move 30 years ago and could be seen as my Rosebud, but I can recall every detail of that picture and will do so to my dying day, I hope. The important thing was to have taken it. All the best, Charles.

"The inability to pen humility"

Or, offer creativity.

 

Jeez, Tim a "boat race" ( face ) like a work of Art.

In her memoir, Sally Mann writes about her memory of the artist Cy Twombly, and how vivid and detailed her memories are, despite not photographing him often. She says "I am convinced that the reason I can remember him so clearly and in such detail is because I have so few pictures of him." She contrasts this with her memories of her father: "Because of the many pictures I have of my father, he eludes me completely. In my outrageously disloyal memory he does not exist in three dimensions, or with associated smells or timbre of voice. He exists as a series of pictures....I don't have a memory of the man; I have a memory of a photograph." In this video she talks about the same thing:

 

The way photographing can affect memory has been studied recently, and the phenomenon of not remembering well what was photographed has been given the name photo-taking-impairment effect.

 

Forget in a Flash: A Further Investigation of the Photo-Taking-Impairment Effect - ScienceDirect

 

The authors of that article believe there is such a phenomenon, and they speculate on the causes of it. It makes me wonder if prior to the popularity of photography if people's memories were somehow better. Could it be that if we want to remember something - a scene or a person - we'd be better off putting down the camera and concentrating more on what our senses are telling us? (I've read that Laura Ingalls Wilder was able to remember scenes from her childhood so well in part because she often verbally described them to her blind sister Mary. That would take a measure of observation and study that may not have occurred if she had been making photographs instead.)

 

I'm curious about your personal experience with this. When you remember places and people and events, are your memories more vivid for those times when you did not photograph them? Do you feel like you remember photographs rather than actual events? Do you suspect that you "offload" your memories to the prosthetic memory of a camera?

My father died when I was 15, and my ten year old brother died two months later of cancer. We had 8 mm movies of my brother, but since my father took them, he wasn't in any. After my dad died, we had other things to spend money on rather than keeping the projector running with its expensive bulbs.

My father died when I was 15, and my ten year old brother died two months later of cancer. We had 8 mm movies of my brother, but since my father took them, he wasn't in any. After my dad died, we had other things to spend money on rather than keeping the projector running with its expensive bulbs.

 

I see you quoted one of my posts word for word... any reason why?

"How you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man-bun?"

 

 

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My father died when I was 15, and my ten year old brother died two months later of cancer. We had 8 mm movies of my brother, but since my father took them, he wasn't in any. After my dad died, we had other things to spend money on rather than keeping the projector running with its expensive bulbs.