You may find this hard to believe if you’ve not met me before, but I have never liked having my picture taken. I was the child plagued with ‘red eye’. Not tilting my head in a weird way every time I see a camera takes a huge amount of effort. And, a selfie was, up until I started this blog, something everyone else did. They say the cameras never lie. In my case, I’m not sure they’ve ever told the truth!
Lying in bed after having spent the evening running round the Chelsea Flower Show last night, however, I started to realise that maybe a life always behind the camera isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I will never be a fan of the sea of phones that seem to accompany every single event nowadays. (I still wish people would spend more time enjoying the moment and the experience of being at an event and less time plotting their locations for Facebook and telling everyone else how much fun they’re having. They’d certainly have more fun if they put their phones down for a second.) But, I do believe a great photo is a powerful thing. It doesn’t just capture a moment, it captures the happiness and joy felt in that moment.
Looking back through my catalogue of show garden pictures this morning, there was something missing. I had photos of my favourite flowers, the wonderful potting shed artisan garden with its beautiful back story and some of the stunning details I spotted along the way. But there was no sign of Duncan and I enjoying ourselves. I will always remember that we did, but I don’t have a face smiling back at me confirming that fact.
Not any more!
With a weekend of Bank Holiday adventures in front of me, starting with a day on the Orient Express, I am determined to change my perspective – and I encourage you to do the same!
Stand out from behind the camera and be part of the memory making. Time is precious and photos are the perfect way to remind us of that fact every day (especially when we’re in them). Some of us may be afraid of life in front of the lens. However, I think we should be more afraid of not having it pointed in our direction, even just once in while.
May you all enjoy your lovely long weekends – if you’re lucky enough to live in the right country to have one!
PS: I had my first photo bombing experience on Wednesday night at the wonderful ZSL safari gala dinner! Here’s me and my lovely colleague. I won’t forget that 🙂
8 thoughts on “Breast cancer lesson number 95: It’s time to put yourself in the picture”
I am filled with envy that you got to the Chelsea flower show. I am like you and never appear by choice in a photo. sometimes I regret it, but not as often as when I see myself in a photo.:)
I know how you feel Tric. I guess at the moment I am more conscious of the fact I won’t look like this forever, so I think I need some photographic evidence to remind me that it actually did happen and wasn’t just a surreal dream. Hope you are well. J x
This is so beautifully photographed and written Jackie… and I want to hear more about the Orient Express!
Thanks for your kind comment Marie and for including me on your round-up. It really means a lot to me that I can help others smile through writing.
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Your blog is so inspiring Have you thought of having it published? It is informative and would help those in your situation and those close to them.
Thanks Carole. One day I do hope. Probably a good way of getting closure in the end!
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