I recently decided to go through my gallery and I found pictures that I had taken 4 years ago...
Pictures that reminded me of the kind of exploring individual I was...and still am, on occasion.
I recall that I was doing my internship at the university college hospital in Ibadan and it was really a long arduos journey. But even in the middle of all that, i still stopped to take pictures.
Looking at these pictures, the emotions and sense of nostalgia that floods my heart is unspeakable. The pictures tell the story, my story of holding on to moments and living in the present... Not letting the strain of work take the best out of me.
These pictures make me realize that we are sentimental as a species. We hold on to pieces of cloth, or wool, a piece of necklace that belonged to a loved one, a pencil, anything, as long as it has sentimental value...
To anyone else it would a useless item, not worth anything at all, but to us, it is a priceless gem, not because it is a gem in itself, but because of the memories it holds...
Sentimental artifacts are always a way to steal a piece of time and keep with you. They highlight how attached we become to moments that we want to last forever...
Its the same with pictures.
These pictures are a way to hold on to a piece of time, even when it has passed, even when weve grown old, we still want to experience that moment in time...
We still long to be in that picture, in that moment...
Pictures have now become a tool for us to express our sentimentality, and its beautiful... Because eventually our memory of the moment may fade, but the stories will continue to be told by those JPEGs and PNGs on your phone, or on your wall or ik your photobook.
All images are mine.
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