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Worth 1000 Words — 3 Comments

  1. This is a great idea, and very serendipitous for me, too! I’ve got a photograph of my ex-mother-in-law in nusring school in 1943 that I’ve been swirling around for a week now. I’m looking forward to “exercising” with it.:)

    I love the Sontag quote as well, and have posted it to my Facebook status.

  2. Smack in the middle of of a memoir peopled with a large collection of relevant adults, I was recently given the full collection of photos of my family, including four generations of faces of people who are my genetic makeup, my personality, and my character. Many of them dated to 1900. As I look into their eyes, stern as they face the camera, I wonder what they were like in repose, in high humor, in ecstasy, in peace and content, in anger. Their visages pushed me to deepen my writing to give them depth and dimension as I imagined what they are doing in the photos…in their garden, on the stoop, with their pets, building an outhouse, plowing a field, rocking a child. As they age through these photographs, I see them progress to worn and tried, no longer beautiful, but full of the character building of their lives. And then there is Mag known to be the wild child, looking for all the world like an innocent, wide-eyed charmer with not a dark story in her repertoire. And Daisy, crazy grandmother with a feather in her hat. Pictures sure do flesh out a memoir! With hardly a word they’ve written their stories on their faces just waiting there for me to read. Without them, this book that keeps me occupied would be flat and undeveloped except for how they live in my mind. Now they are now alive on the page. Knowing what a photo doesn’t say is the trick. Thanks, Judith.

  3. This exercise is very appealing for me on a personal level. My eighteen-year-old daughter is studying in Paris, having left me her portfolio of photographs she took in high school. So author Kitchen’s exercise gives me a chance to practice writing as therapy in addition to writing as grounded in a physical object. I picked a photograph of my daughter on the fat branch of a very old tree, overlooking a river and a bridge in the distance. She looks like she is a bird about to fly away; in fact, she titled the picture “Escape.” I’m not quite sure how she took the picture; she must have used the delay feature on her camera, especially because her knees are a little scraped as if she climbed to her perch quickly. This is a poignant exercise for me, enabling me to deal with the strong emotions of missing her by focusing on the details Kitchen tells us to notice: the roughness of the bark on the tree, the smell of the river breeze.

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