I found the long contemplative pauses between the end of discussion about a photograph gave ample time to think about what Frampton said. The slow burn of the remains of each photograph feels like looking into the last flickering embers of a campfire. The small movements of the paper during the final burning process are soothing in a way.
What intrigues me as well is the juxtaposition between the details described by Frampton and the details lost as the photograph is burned. The image disappears in a wave of smoke and rings of fire. In a sense, it represents how our memories work. Photographs allow us to capture and remember moments in our lives, but without them, many of those memories disappear into oblivion.
“here it is. look at it. do you see what i see?”