Traditional Photographs VS Digital Photographs: Say Cheese!

Yesterday in a discussion about life and immortality I recalled a poem and felt an immense urge to rekindle the words. It gave me another excuse to dig back and dust off the golden pages of some old poetry books.

It gave me an excuse to be surrounded by my books and dust off the golden pages of some old poetry. The hunt within my personal treasure – food for my soul – made me flip the pages eagerly.

It was one little but joyful triumph to find the poem after half an hour of a tussle. I could have easily googled, but then I would have missed something more beautiful…

As I stood reading the book, the maid mopping the floor said brought to my attention that I had dropped something and handed over the fallen photograph. I t was the picture of our old house and

It was the picture of our old house – my siblings and I were having dinner in the tiny blue room. The picture was so random that no one was looking at the camera, the walls were dampened and the bed in the backdrop was untidy.

Yet it mesmerized me completely. I guess the imperfections of the image brought the perfect joy. And then the phone beeped and I turned around to see the text when the light of the phone glowed depicting the wallpaper of yet another photograph.

Now this is a digital one. The phone was on my left hand and the wallpaper too captivated one beautiful memory of the family get together. Suddenly I realized that my other hand with that old photograph was near my bosom with the gesture to hug that old memory of mine. How badly I was amidst some adorable past!

The phone was on my left hand and the wallpaper too captivated one beautiful memory of the family get together. Suddenly I realized that my other hand with that old photograph was near my bosom with the gesture to hug that old memory of mine.

Oh, the wonderful ways to be nostalgic!

Photographs are one mystic web. They can take us back to the past and the voices of incidents begin to echo and the essence of the time are refreshed. Within past two decades, the manner of taking images has been revolutionized. But one thing that remains unaltered is the craze to get clicked.

In one of our family trips – this one to Nainital my brother had lost the Kodak camera and mom was upset with him for a long period of time.  Yeah, the camera did cost, but there was a distinct disappointment of losing all the snaps we had clicked. Those used to be the times when you had to fit the entire trip in one roll of photographs (or at max, two!).

Today life is much simplified; here we click and there we WhatsApp and the very next moment we store it on the cloud memory. Even if we get lost, the photos will remain safe and easily accessible. The very first task after the trip even before unpacking was to visit a studio and get the photographs developed. And the excitement lasted until those images are seen and the albums safely kept in the drawer.

Within the limited range, the entire trip ought to be covered. But luckily digital photographs give the liberty to click a thousand times for one “perfect pout.” The imperfect developed photos were preserved like a treasure and even if one got tampered because of the moisture it felt a tampering upon our hearts. Today, a photograph with less “likes” directly reaches the trash bin. Those old photographs had the natural poses and now we click hoping to artificially give a “natural pose” or look “candid” for the camera.

It is amazing to see the journey of photographs. No matter it is developed or digital that charm of the images and the ability to relive some era remains a beautiful delight.

Image Sources: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5].