Native Americans believed that images within a photo
captured the person’s soul; thus, many tribes refused to be photographed. Today we splatter images of ourselves
everywhere. It’s almost like you don’t
exist unless you participate in Facebook, Twiter, or a blog. Image is everything.
An increasing problem is occurring as people steal photos from
personal sites and use them in unthinkable ways. From billboard advertisements to pornographic
sites, peoples personal images are showing up manipulated and captured without
permission.
I’m not sure about the legal issues concerning this problem
but I know that none of my photos are copyrighted. And even if they were, what would stop
someone from copy and pasting it onto their personal site? With so many blogs and personal accounts, how
could I even begin to keep track of my images?
Perhaps the American Indians had it correct. Is a piece of my soul being captured not
just in the images portraying me but also in the photographs I've
created? I for one, am very attached to
the photos I've taken. They're more
than fixed images – they are a glimpse into how I view the world.
One of my fellow writers, Traci Robison, depicted another aspect of this dilemma in
her second book. In a brilliantly
written scene, her protagonist is ordered to give his name to his captor. It seems so innocent but when the captor
refuses to release his own name to the protagonist, an underlining power struggle becomes obvious not just because one character tricked another but because
of the importance of 'owning' one's name. The author
uses names as a metaphor for one’s soul. As the novel progresses, this becomes more
evident.
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