Holiday Snaps: Missing the bigger picture?
How much do you rely on photographs to remember your holiday? I have always been very bad at taking them. For years I travelled without a camera, and I now have one only because it is part of my phone.
Our family holidays are well documented because others took photographs, but I have virtually no pictures from the many trips I have undertaken on my own.
Do I miss anything as a result? Certainly, I'm very glad, through the efforts of others, to have pictures of children growing up, of tanned, happy faces and bright sunlit beaches. And I still enjoy occasionally going through them and relishing the memories.
But, even though I have very few photographs of the places I have visited, I don't feel that I am missing much. I may be completely wrong about this, but my theory is that we remember things better if we haven't interrupted or compromised the experience by taking a photograph of it.
Here's one example. In 1990, when I went on safari to Kenya and Tanzania for the first time, what amazed and delighted me was how incredibly close we could get to the wildlife. I have vivid memories of stopping on a track while three lionesses padded past in the cold half-light just before dawn.
I can picture the dew on the long grasses, I can feel the lingering chill of the African night. I can still visualise the flicking tail of the last lioness as she passed the minibus. And I can remember the incessant clicks and motorised whirrs as the other tourists desperately tried to capture the moment for posterity.
Did they see what I saw? I don't think so. How can you look properly if you are either squinting through a lens or always thinking of the next picture?
Not only do cameras make the tourist photographers less observant, but they can also spoil things for bystanders.
I remember visiting the Taj Mahal some years ago. Not only did most visitors appear to be experiencing the site through a viewfinder, but they expected those of us who were not to be continually on our guard to make sure that we weren't getting in the way of their picture.
Of course, I have to concede that photographers have a better formal record. They know what they saw -- or, at least, they know what they photographed. My memory might be playing tricks. Perhaps there were four lionesses. I can't be certain. Does that really matter?
Maybe the photographers' memories are also playing tricks on them. It's easy to think of photographs as an aide-mémoire, but do you remember taking each of them? I certainly don't.
I think photography stops you looking properly, and interrupts the emotional experience of seeing new and exciting things. The syndrome has been intensified by digital cameras. Now you don't even look through a lens at your subject; you look at a display screen.
As for video cameras, they are even more problematical. Do you watch your daughter's first slalom race at the end of the ski holiday with your own eyes, or look at it through a lens? Many parents do the latter. The daughter does well, she gets a nice film of herself as well as an uninterrupted memory of winning/losing/falling over. But the photographer parent has missed the magic of the moment.
I wonder if we wouldn't see more, and forget less, if we tried to wean ourselves off the tyranny of the camera.