[place and memory in photography: the beauty of time; the passage of time]

The great US photographer William Christenberry (1936-2016) (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Christenberry) once said (https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2010/oct/03/myth) -manners-and-memory-review): “I don’t want my work to be thought of in terms of nostalgia. It’s a matter of place and sense of place. I’m not looking back with nostalgia for the past, but for the beauty of time and the passage of time.”

I echo the words of William Christenberry. These are the same reasons that motivate me to take photographs of buildings – many of them old and/or abandoned –, objects and landscapes from the interior of the state of São Paulo and other parts of the interior of Brazil.

Published by Antonio Mozeto

I'm an amateur photographer based in the city of São Carlos, São Paulo state, SE Brazil. I used to make photographs since I was about 15-17 years old. My first camera was a Olympus Trip, an analogue camera. Many years after that I switched to several digital cameras. Presently I own a Nikon D500 with a small set of lenses and a Fujifilm X100T 23mm. A few years after my retirement as an university professor, after teaching Environmental Chemistry at the Federal University of São Carlos (UFSCar) for 45 years, I decided to invest money and time dedicating myself more seriously to photography. I´ve taken on-line courses as well as I´ve participated to various photography festival across Brazil. By far, my biggest interest is street photography. And in it, I'm interested in portraits, everyday street scenes and architecture.

2 thoughts on “[place and memory in photography: the beauty of time; the passage of time]

    1. Exactly this… it seems that we humans have this thing (somewhat strange to me) of liking (or sympathizing or being sensitized) for what didn’t work (very) right… for the decadent… for the saddest thing …I think (my opinion) that this is due to photojournalism…but this is not my case: I photograph these scenarios because they evoke time, the passage of time…and, of course, they evoke my past….

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