A blog about the musing, muttering and fulminations of a New York City photographer
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Language, Language
When did photographs start to be be called captures? Whenever someone refers to a photograph of mine as a capture I get all nervous. I feel like I'm sneaking around with a net and trapping stuff. A photograph is a photograph.... it means writing with light fer chrisakes!
When you capture something it also implies that it can get away again. Imagine that - all of those captures getting together and running away. Going home, reunited with their loved ones.
I sure as hell did not capture the moon (above). Even if I did - where would I keep it?
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