Ode to Photography

     In my Humanities class, we discussed a poem by John Keats entitled "Ode on a Grecian Urn". It was written during the final stages of Keats' short life and muses on a fictional Grecian urn that contains scenes of a story that does not exist. Rather than discuss a real piece of art, Keats decides to commentate on art in general.
     Keats ponders different scenes painted on the urn and reveals how jealous he is that they are forever trapped in that scene. The maidens that are teasingly fleeing the pursuing men will always be lovely and the pursuing men will always be thrilled by the chase. The boy who is about to kiss his love will always be in love and the girl whom the boy is about to kiss will always be beautiful. The trees will never die. It will always be spring. Those people will always and forever be eternally there. Frozen in time.
     This got me thinking about how photography is essentially the same. It is an art form that freezes a moment forever. That second in time is stuck for eternity for better or for worse. So I created a photo essay based on this idea. Hope you enjoy it:

Eternal Spring

 Falling

Moonrise Over St. George 

Indecision 

Collision

 Ecstatic Leap

A Question

"'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

- John Keats, "Ode on a Grecian Urn"