Recently I rediscovered a Rush song that I hardly remembered, if at all: “Time Stand Still”. It’s a great song by itself, but the lyrics struck me hard. A few days ago was my 39th birthday and I feel time is passing too quickly.
“Freeze this moment a little bit longer / Make each sensation a little bit stronger
(…) The innocence slips away
(…) Summer’s going fast / Nights growing colder
Children growing up / Old friends growing older”
Thinking about this made me realize that I’ve been slowing down on my last film rolls. One was already exposed for a few months and another was in a camera, waiting for me to press the shutter release no more than two or three more times.
Most of the pictures were from a family trip. It wasn’t a particularly fun trip. Times were tense in my country thanks to the coming Election Day. A particularly bad politician ended up being elected thanks to a very revolted people, my parents included. Let’s just say that any conversation was tense back then.
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago. I finally developed both films, and, by then, The animosity has sort of died out and it felt good to see the resulting pictures. The happy moments were registered and the tense conversations were not.
I ended up thinking about that. We can’t really freeze time, but what are photos if not a slice of time, forever frozen? Whenever I remember the lyrics of that Rush song, I’ll remember those rolls.
I’ll probably try to hold back sensations a little bit longer doing that a few other times.