During our fieldwork among Evenki we had an
interesting problem. There were moments that we desperately wanted to document
and make a photo, because we knew in advance that we will write something about
them and it would be nice to have a picture to put into text as illustration.
But we constantly failed to make such pictures. For example, every morning in
the Evenki camp started with sprinkling fresh tea into the fire. I planned to
make a picture of this everyday ceremony for almost a month, and although I got
the opportunity to make it every day, I never managed. Somehow, this simple act
was to such an extent part of awakening process of the whole family including
us that I was never prepared to use a camera. I lived in a same rhythm with
other members and never could step outside this flow to document it. I always
remembered about the camera, when the ceremony was already in progress. It was
systematically unremarkable event, routine and not pompous at all. Finally,
once the same ritual was conducted for other purposes and in other time. But
now this was not about starting a day, the same sequence of actions was
conducted before sending hunters on their trip. So although, actions were the
same but surrounding elements differed, the context was different. The light
was bright and the contrast of the picture was harsh. No any trait of those
mystic twilights in which this was usually done in the morning. There was snow
melting on the stove, when usually there is a pot there in the morning. It was
already warm, and you cannot see the stiff figure of the praying woman. From this
photo you do not have the impression of how cold it is in the morning, how
anticipated is this fresh warm tea is. So on a close inspection, although this
photo provides all the formal resemblance with what I intended to document, it
showed a totally different mood. And was a bad photo, a wrong one. Perhaps,
sometimes we need to accept that some moments are impossible to make a photo
about. ‘Reality’ shows its resistance.
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