I went to the Zoo recently and I couldn’t believe how many people immediately whip out their phones to film the animals in the exhibit.

Like, if looking at images of animals on your phone was anywhere near as enjoyable as seeing them in person, why even pay to come to the fucking zoo!?

The animal you are looking at is already existing within a dead facsimile of its actual environment! It’s already like looking at an image!

Do people really go back and look at these images and videos and feel the same feeling as when they’re looking a marmoset of exotic bird right in the eyes a few feet away from them?

It feels like we’ve all become trained to whip out our phones and start filming the moment anything interesting starts happening. The way everyone prefers this mediated experience to just being in reality experiencing art or living things or a concert or whatever just makes me feel kind of bleak. To me this is a great example of what is meant when we talk about Alienation.

Anyone else agree or am I being a grumpy geriatric shaking my fist at the kids on my lawn?

  • MemesAreTheory [he/him, any]@hexbear.net
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    4 months ago

    That specific example really hits for me too, but my cat who passed last year I actually did take a lot of pictures of (because she absolutely captured my heart and I couldn’t resist), and something that I realized going through them is that there were only really 7-8 good ones worth keeping after the better part of a decade of companionship. But those were the photos of when she first followed me home, or when she was curled up in her favorite spot which just so happened to be a well decorated corner of my apartment, or when she was happily looking out a window during road trips (she actually liked car rides!)

    I like photography as an art form and do occasionally make a real effort at taking a good photo, but that kind of practice takes more effort and mindfulness too. The photos worth keeping were the ones I applied myself for, not the dozens or hundreds of stupid selfies or poorly shot loaf pics, as much as I loved her and her loafing.