Marcherende militairen 1941 - 1945

This small black and white photograph captures a line of soldiers marching. You know, the funny thing about photographs is, like paintings, they have been made, and this one is no exception. I think about the person behind the camera, and what they were thinking at this moment: the framing, the light, the speed. I think about the darkroom and the choices made in developing the image: contrast, tone. So much depends on how the picture is revealed. It is a process of building up. I wonder if the person who took the photo was also a soldier and if that was the case, what was the experience of capture? And what does it mean to capture something in an image? In the end, images are never neutral, and they are made by someone, and the result is this moment, shaped and solidifed in the photograph.