Story in Photos: How You View Your World

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about details, perspective, and the filters through which we view our world. The way these three concepts work together are never more apparent than when I study photos, mine or someone else’s.

photo of hand holding tiny portrait photo from the early 1900sI found this tiny portrait in an old empty bank building somewhere in Waxahachie, TX. I was twelve. My mother and I were extras in Places in the Heart (a story in itself).

One particular night, they were filming a carnival scene right outside the bank. It was cold out, I’d been stuck up at the top of a Ferris wheel with another “extra” friend for what seemed like hours. We were in between shoots, and somebody mentioned hot chocolate being served inside the bank. So my friend and I hid out in the building long enough to warm up, drink too much, and discover the tiny photo wedged between two strips of floorboard. I’m sure I was supposed to leave the photo there, not touch anything but the cocoa. But I picked it up anyway and slipped it into my overalls pocket, took it home and tucked it away.

I love this photo for its size, for the look of the woman in it–her expression, her posture, the way the ribbon at her collar falls flat. In this image, I can imagine her view of the world and even her emotion: bored, a little tired, maybe a hint of nervousness disguised as indifference toward the photographer.

Fast forward plenty of years when I uncovered more tiny portraits, this time digital pictures and I knew the photographer: my daughter at four years old who snuck off with my camera and captured her view from 36 inches. The photos she snapped showed the silly moments I missed in my everyday busy-ness and revealed a vision of truth.

The baby.

photos: Special Baby with her friends

The blur.

photos: woman in motion

The brother.

young boy peeks in from behind a door

And me.

image of woman working at laptop surrounded by coffee, checkbook, journal

Each photo as a whole reveals so much about her at that age, but also about those around her, and it’s in the details where she captures that time and space: Special Baby in the spotlight; Mom in motion (that’s me in that blurry shot); her mischievous brother; and me again–this time at my laptop, clickety-clacking away, writing a blog post, journal close by, checkbook just beyond my fingertips, coffee.  (By the way, very little has changed in the last seven years, except that Special Baby has been carefully tucked away and I’m drinking decaf these days.)

My daughter’s photo collage and the portrait of the unknown woman perfectly illustrate the act of storytelling. In a snapshot, we share our framed view of the world and invite others to see life through our lens–a different, often new point of view (literally and figuratively). The story we capture, though, isn’t revealed only in the object at the center, but in the details that fill the frame, in the timestamp of when it was taken (or when it was found), and in the perspective from which we shoot–in focus or not.

I bet you have a favorite photo or two. How does that image reveal your world or the world of the person who took it?

Better yet, how does your writing reveal your world? Because really, when we incorporate the same kind of study in our stories and essays, our words–and our worlds–become that much stronger.


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Guest Post: Matt Geiger on Life & Writing

Author Matt Geiger guest posts today on life & writing–or life in the midst of writing. And publishing. And these “extraordinarily wonderful things” we call books. Along with his guest post, I’m offering a book giveaway for his upcoming collection, Astonishing Tales* (HenschelHAUS, 2018).


On Life & Writing

"once upon a time" written on page

When I was a kid, I dreamed of being an author. I knew it wouldn’t make me rich, but as long as I could scrounge together enough money to buy some cardigan sweaters and a pipe, I was sure I could be happy. I could cultivate an aloof, eccentric nature, cover my clothing with coffee stains, and tousle my erratic hair on my own, for free. I would probably need to get a cat, too.

But most of all I would be, I imagined, very, very happy.

On the day my forthcoming book, Astonishing Tales!* (HenschelHAUS, 2018) became available for pre-order on Amazon Prime last week, I spent my time collecting warm cat urine in a little plastic test tube (because my cat got run over by a car and has a pelvis that is essentially now shrapnel) and driving my four-year-old daughter to the doctor (because she had a fever of 104) and freaking out.

Then I worried about the fact that the book needs a million more edits and perhaps the entire thing is embarrassingly prosaic and bad. Then I took a little break, a little “me time,” to worry about my weight, the increasing frequency with which I get up to pee in the middle of the night, and the fact that the president, whom I do not like, announces all his policy decisions and grievances on Twitter, which I also do not like.

black and white photo of crowded streetWhat was surprising to me that day, was the fact that the world did not come to a screeching halt to celebrate what was, for me, something important. It just kept chugging along, not endorsing or condemning me and my little book. The same thing happened when my daughter was born. I stepped outside the hospital to find a bunch of bleary-eyed, uninterested people going to work. “This isn’t just a normal day,” I thought. Don’t they know?”

When you write a book, you tend to feel special, like you’ve just walked on the moon or climbed Mount Everest. But of course, those of us who have spent much of our lives in bookstores know this isn’t true. This, we are well aware, has been done before, and by authors far better than us. Writing is one of the civilization’s oldest professions – perhaps the oldest profession you can do while fully clothed.

I write narrative nonfiction (true-ish stories) and something that people insist on calling “essays.” (I protest, because the word “essays” puts me to sleep after making me think of grade school.) My first book, released in 2016, contained 44 of these stories and (sigh) essays. A handful of people read the collection. It received some nice reviews, a couple not-so-nice ones (thanks again, Florida). It even won a couple of awards, which I carry with me everywhere and show to strangers each time the chance arises.

“Crazy weather we’re having, right?” someone says to me at the airport bar.

“Sure is,” I reply. “Which is why I wear this big winter coat. And you know what’s inside it? A Midwest Book Award, several melted cough drops, and a key whose matching door is currently not known to me.”

“Look at all the rain coming down!” sometime will mention in a coffee shop.

“Yeah, do you have a plastic bag? I don’t want my Indie Book Award to get wet when I run to my car.”

Sometimes, when I get really lucky, people ask my favorite question: “Where can I buy your books?”

“Well, at some bookstores,” I usually say. “Or online. You know, wherever you usually buy books.”

“So,” one friend replied thoughtfully in the frozen food aisle at the local supermarket, “can I buy it at the gas station? The gas station is right by my house.”

“I don’t think they sell books,” I responded. “I mean, I know they sell road maps, which are kind of like very messy books, but I don’t think they sell the kind of books I write.”

“Hhhmm,” he hummed, pondering laboriously. “Do they sell it here?”

“Here?”

“Yeah, here,” he continued. “At the grocery store. I mean, not right here with the popsicles. That would be crazy. But maybe over with paper towels and things?”

That aisle does have a lot of paper in it. He had a point. And what’s the difference, really, between my book first book (The Geiger Counter: Raised by Wolves & Other Stories, HenschelHAUS, 2016) and the napkins, except that the thing I made has pithy observations about fatherhood printed on it while items on these shelves say “Bounty” over and over again. They both have the same chance of winning a Nobel Prize in literature.

“No, I’m sorry but I don’t think they sell it here,” I said.

At this point in such conversations, people usually look at me like I’m really going out of my way to inconvenience them. Like they asked where to find my book, and I told them they must first locate the Golden Fleece and the Ark of the Covenant, and only then can they obtain a book of stories about a plump man-child and a cute baby.

Or like I told them it’s primarily sold in violent brothels, in Romania.

“Where do you normally buy books?” I ask. “They probably have it, or they could at least get it for you. If you don’t want to go to a physical book store, you can always get it from Amazon. That’s like a bookstore that also sells dish towels, batteries and diapers, and you don’t have to stand up, walk or drive a car, or even put on pants to get there.”

People congregating at a bookstoreThis is a departure from the way I grew up. When I was a kid and tagged along with my dad, he would carefully and precisely locate each city’s bookstores like they were an oasis in a savage desert. As if they were fire escapes from the tragic, burning fires of everyday mundanity and bourgeois commerce. We didn’t always know where to get food, water, or gasoline, but there was never any doubt about where to locate an out-of-print book.

And that has become one of my favorite aspects of being an author – the chance to meet other people who love books as much as I do. It’s like being a parent and meeting other parents.

“Oh, you have a baby?! So do we!” you’ll say. “You love your baby? You think your baby is cute and smart and special? What a coincidence; so do we! You are very tired and have no money? We have so much in common!”

It’s the same with books, which are extraordinarily wonderful things, even when they are not quite extraordinary.


About the Book

cover image for Astonishing TalesIn his new collection of stories, acclaimed author and humorist Matt Geiger seeks to “de-familiarize” us from the world, from the smallest detail to the most cosmic mythology, in order to see it all as if for the first time. Turning his “philosopher’s vision” to his own abundant Neanderthal DNA, parenting, competitive axe throwing, old age, and much more, he sets out in search of comic profundity. With a nod to the limits of human knowledge and understanding, particularly his own, he draws from the wisdom of an 83-year-old pin-up legend, Anton Chekhov, Santa Claus, modern boxers, Medieval monks, and of course, small children. Blending whimsy and gravitas, he unveils beauty, joy, and symmetry in a seemingly broken world.

Astonishing Tales!* (Your Astonishment May Vary) will hit bookshelves, the internet – and perhaps even some gas stations and grocery stores – in December of 2018. You can pre-order a copy HERE.

You can also enter the giveaway for a chance to win a copy (US residents only). Deadline to drop your name into the mix is Tuesday, August 21st.

About the Author

Matt GeigerMatt Geiger’s debut book, The Geiger Counter: Raised by Wolves & Other Stories was published in 2016. It won First Prize in the Midwest Book Awards and was named as a Finalist in the Next Generation Indie Book Awards and the American Book Fest. He is also the winner of numerous journalism awards. He lives in Wisconsin with his wife, his daughter, ten animals, and several metaphysical questions. Learn more about the author at geigerbooks.com.

*Photo credits: Headshot of Matt Geiger by Matthew Jefko; “once upon a time” from Visual Hunt; people congregating in bookstore by PHOTOPHANATIC1 on VisualHunt / CC BY-NC-SA.

Quotables: Crank It Out.

In the beginning, when there are zero pages, you have to cheer yourself into cranking stuff out, even if it later lands on the cutting room floor. Each page takes you somewhere you need to travel before you can land in the next spot.
                    ~ Mary Karr, The Art of Memoir

Crank it out.