Sometimes I wonder what new life my photos will take on after my death.
Will all my photographs be physically burned (e.g., as a result of war), and will my blog be neglected, forgotten, and eventually shut down? I will never know. It is sad in a way, just as it must have been sad for Sir Isaac Newton or Edmund Halley to realize that after their deaths, humanity would certainly make more wonderful discoveries in our universe (did these gentlemen dream of flying to the moon?), but they would not witness these discoveries. I also often wonder how many groundbreaking discoveries about our universe I will live to see. How many of them will take place after I am gone… I forgot that I was supposed to write about my photos and their new life. I usually visualize them and my texts in the album “Mazek” published by Taschen.
My photos and texts could be arranged either chronologically or thematically.
Do I have to wait until I die to publish an album? Certainly not. Nevertheless, I am a little daunted by the enormous amount of work that such a publication would entail. It’s not that I have to create something. I already have enough material for such an album. I know it. What scares me is selecting the most significant texts from more than 2,140 already written and choosing from tens of thousands of pictures (I think I need to count exactly how many photos I’ve taken since October 2015), of which I think 40% have not even been reviewed by me once in Lightroom.
This is too much for one person to compile all these things. I think I need someone to help me. An editor? Is this called the problem of abundance? I think so. I must go to sleep. Tomorrow, I will be reborn as a new man with a new life.
