Quotes About Snapshots

I was always trying to take art photographs, but the most interesting pictures were the snapshots. The artsy pictures were boring, always.

My mother looks surprisingly pliable in those old snapshots, as though she liked nothing better than to have her man in uniform arrange her against the porches and lampposts of their humble neighborhood.

Most of my videos consist of fragments, one or two minutes long. They are haikus or sketches. I have thousands.

The women posed for snapshots. Dozens of snapshots. . . . They imagined that, long after the soldiers had become old, perhaps even after they'd died, someone would come to wonder about these women holding up rifles or tommy guns or donuts and laughing with their grandfathers in front of the big dark truck.

They went back to looking straight ahead. A row of bottles lined the back of the bar, and behind them faded snapshots had been tacked up in a collage.

Memory has ambushed her again, slamming down a wall between her and the present moment. Sometimes it comes in order, like a story, sometimes in flashes, like a series of snapshots. Sometimes it comes in a split second, cutting through the middle of another thought. It grabs her and won't let her pay attention to what is being said around her. Other times it just settles softly down on her like a pillow, cutting off air.

Memories are the 'snapshots of the mind' we carry with us wherever we go so we don't have to carry the weight of an album around. 'Pictures' are for sharing our 'happy times and wonderful experiences' with others, of God's world so they can enjoy our memories too.