I love raisons. My wife hates them. She says there’s just too much concentrated sugar in all dried fruit. Maybe that’s why I like them? But having said that, I know we’re not talking about dried fruit but rather what makes us do what we do.
In her Daily Post for this challenge, Krita writes that “Raison d’être is a French term, meaning ‘the reason or justification for existence.'” But why should I have to justify my existence. Cogito ergo sum as Rene Descartes proposed, and that should be enough for anyone. Yet, all my life I’ve had to justify my existence. We all do. It’s not enough to sit in a corner and think, then expect to receive any kind of adulation or remuneration for doing so. OK, unless your name is Rene Descartes.
Mine is Emilio Pasquale. And my raison d’etre- besides trying to keep my wife happy all night and day- is taking photos and maybe, one day, creating a piece of art that someone else, besides my wife, will want to hang in their home.
After I posted, I realized what I said was not entirely true. Photography fills that creative need for me. I feel at peace when I’m out with my camera. Hunger, pain, or any of the bodily functions that normally rule my daily existence are of no concern when I have that camera to my eye. I can only relate it to how a hunter must feel when he or she is on the scent of something exciting. Yet I do not destroy.