Funny enough, I’ve had this idea to take a photograph of a paper boat on a puddle of water for some time now. Something a little absctract and out of place about it that I like. Its really symbolic too, it takes me right back to my childhood, and as the paper gets water logged and the boat starts to list, its a gentle reminder that nothing trully lasts forever.
That, is no bad thing though; the world evolves constantly as does everything in it. I can build another paper boat, and another and another, and maybe one day I’ll build on out of wood, so it lasts a little longer. Through the ages I can teach my children to build them, indeed I have already shown Livvy, so its Izzys turn next.
The paper boat really fits with photography I think, it has movement, it has reflection, drives emotion, tells a story and perhaps most improtantly, it is destined to fade away into a soggy mess – never to be seen again. Yes yes, I can make another boat like I’ve said, and I will, but it won’t be this boat sporting its livery of data analysis; I used some scrap paper of course, and this scrap of paper carried data I’d once analysed as part of a project in work.
Therefor, this little boat, sitting in our garden pond in the pouring rain, is utterly unique, only preserved by its photograph and my memory.
I played around with it a little too, blowing it across the water and using a longer exposure to capture its dancing movements. I have to say, it was a defiant little boat, and it went where it wanted to, not where I wanted it too. Thats fine with me, who am I to dictate the life of a short lived paper boat?
I hope you have a great weekend!