{"id":1721,"date":"2013-12-27T20:53:53","date_gmt":"2013-12-28T01:53:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/monikaphoto.com\/?p=1721"},"modified":"2013-12-28T10:00:26","modified_gmt":"2013-12-28T15:00:26","slug":"notes-form-infinity-the-witness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/monikaphoto.com\/?p=1721","title":{"rendered":"notes form infinity 3: the witness"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_1722\" style=\"width: 770px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1722\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1722\" title=\"Dried-apples-IMG_9183\" src=\"http:\/\/monikaphoto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Dried-apples-IMG_9183.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"760\" height=\"507\" srcset=\"http:\/\/monikaphoto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Dried-apples-IMG_9183.jpg 760w, http:\/\/monikaphoto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Dried-apples-IMG_9183-300x200.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 760px) 100vw, 760px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-1722\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">New Radiator Dried Apples \u00a9 Monika Sosnowski, 2013<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Most pictures tell a story. It may not be the whole story (it never is), but if you look at a photograph closely, hold it in your hand, feel it really \u00a0&#8211; it might just reveal to you not one but many stories. \u00a0Such is the way of \u00a0photographs.<\/p>\n<p>So what is a photograph anyway? \u00a0Perhaps a fragment of intention.<\/p>\n<p>A month after the return from Warsaw she comes across a photograph from a wedding ceremony. \u00a0There she is, a quiet, wide-eyed seven year old sitting on a crimson colored velvet chair. Her white-stockinged toes, nestled in golden trimmed sandals, peak out from beneath the long white dress and just touch the divan. \u00a0To her left the groom&#8217;s parents. \u00a0Behind them the groom&#8217;s brother as one of the witnesses and to his right, sitting directly behind the girl, her mother&#8217;s witness &#8211; a poised looking woman with her sheer gloved arms lightly\u00a0folded. \u00a0The girl will forget most of the details of the wedding, though she will always conjure up the moment when the tiered cake collapsed. \u00a0And although her mother&#8217;s witness figured in their lives with regularity it was not until recently that the girl, now a woman, realized the connection. \u00a0It happened when she was looking at some photographs she took in the woman&#8217;s apartment when she visited her in Warsaw. \u00a0She knew for a while that the woman was her mother&#8217;s lawyer, a confidant, a trusted friend. \u00a0As a child she spent many times in the woman&#8217;s apartment, which was filled with beautiful and curious objects &#8211; many paintings on walls, books, crystal vases, souvenirs from travels to places in Africa, and there were always delicious sweets offered&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Not much has changed since those days of wonder except for the new radiators. \u00a0As she&#8217;s reviewing the images she took that afternoon, wishing she could have stayed longer and taken her time with the camera, she suddenly remembers the photograph from the wedding.<\/p>\n<p>Her mother&#8217;s witness. \u00a0That meant something. \u00a0It should mean something. \u00a0How is it that such matters eventually fall to erosion of time and lose their substance? \u00a0But then again this is what happens when one lives in separate worlds. \u00a0Distance folds the past away into oblivion. \u00a0Some hope for that.<\/p>\n<p>12\/27\/2013<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"fullcircle-social-links\" style=\"display: block;\"><div class=\"fullcircle-linkshare\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fmonikaphoto.com%2F%3Fp%3D1721\" class=\"fb_share_button\"  target=\"_blank\" style=\"text-decoration:none;\">Facebook<\/a><\/div><div class=\"fullcircle-linkshare\"><a href=\"http:\/\/twitter.com\/home?status=notes+form+infinity+3%3A+the+witness + http%3A%2F%2Fmonikaphoto.com%2F%3Fp%3D1721\" class=\"twitter\"  target=\"_blank\" style=\"text-decoration:none;\">Twitter<\/a><\/div><\/div><div style=\"clear: both;\"><\/div><div class=\"pp-fb-like-btn-wrap\"><div class=\"fb-like\" data-href=\"http:\/\/monikaphoto.com\/?p=1721\" data-share=\"true\" data-layout=\"standard\" data-width=\"450\" data-show-faces=\"false\" data-action=\"like\"><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Most pictures tell a story. It may not be the whole story (it never is), but if you look at a photograph closely, hold it in your hand, feel it really \u00a0&#8211; it might just reveal to you not one but many stories. \u00a0Such is the way of \u00a0photographs. So what is a photograph anyway? 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