It’ll come as no surprise to anyone who knows me and my photography that for me, photography is an attempt at slowing down time, at trying to capture moments and feelings that will never exist again. Behind what looks like very ordinary moments of daily life, scenes from my neighbourhood, from camping trips or trips to France are moments and emotions I have wanted to remember and freeze.
A few months ago, I was reminded that my attempts at slowing down time are somewhat futile, with the announcement that the oldest of my three boys is getting married next year. Now, of course I had noticed he wasn’t a child anymore and of course I have very much enjoyed seeing the young adult he has become, but there it was: time flies, whatever you do.
So here is, through photos of my firstborn, my conclusion that all attempts at slowing down time will ultimately fail, but also that it is so important to attempt to anyway and to take pictures of your loved ones, your neighbourhood, your morning coffee/tea, that sunrise that will never exist again. Shoot away.
Valérie