Gifts, indeed. Many pictures came to me in that lucky rush of exultation, the ones for which I had time to shoot only one, one sheet of film, those where I sank to my knees after shakily replacing the dark slide, eyes shut tight in thanksgiving and fear, fear that I'd screw it up in the developer, fear that the fraction of a second I saw was not the one on film, and in exhaustion, too, from the breath-bated moment, a tenth of a second with the expansive, vertiginous properties of Nabokovian timelessness, while before me the brilliant angel no longer radiant with the sun snatches up the towel and heads to the beach, the tomatoes are imperfectly carved up for supper, and my heart, my pounding heart, sends from my core the bright strength for me to rise.
Overall, I believe that Mann’s passion for photographing is capturing the moment, no matter when that may be, while Sontag takes a drastically different stance in preaching to soak in the moment and enjoy it instead of wasting time trying to get ‘the perfect picture’.
What I believe to be extremely powerful and intriguing in this paragraph is the way that Sally Mann uses parallelism throughout her sentence structure in this paragraph. Examples of her parallelism are “only one, one sheet of film” , “thanksgiving and fear, fear...” , “my heart, my pounding heart...”. In all of these instances, Mann uses this specific style of writing in order to emphasize the drama in getting that perfect picture. In looking at this paragraph, Sally Mann uses verbs such as sank, shut, and shakily to list a few. These verbs allow us to better visualize what is happening as we are reading and really does a great job of grabbing the reader’s attention. Her tone of voice sounds to me like that of a casual narrator, but the situation she is describing sounds hectic and worrisome because of the stress being caused in attempt to capture the perfect photograph. Another very interesting piece that I noticed was that this “paragraph” contained just one long sentence and I did not notice this until reading it a few times over. This is one of the areas where Mann breaks the rules of writing because to an average writer, they would be told to break up the sentence into multiple ones, but Mann does this so beautifully that I, personally, almost did not even notice this.
Going off of capturing the perfect picture, I think it is interesting to note when Mann states that, “Many pictures came to me in that lucky rush of exaltation, the ones for which I had time to shoot only one, one sheet of film….” Here she is basically communicating to her readers that you cannot simply just plan on taking a great photograph. The best photographs are unplanned, spontaneous, and in the moment. This is why, when her family was together, she always had her camera set up and when she foresaw a quality picture she would quickly ask everyone to hold still or tweak a few things before snapping the picture.
When Mann says, “the brilliant angel no longer radiant with the sun”, she is referring to her daughter as she is gracefully posing on the table and using these words and imagery to escalate her daughter to the level of a heavenly being. This shows the reverence that Mann has for her children and also helps to explain why she enjoys photographing them in the “place” which is their family land. In this photo, the light is placed perfectly on her daughter as she has almost a heavenly glow to her while the rest of her surroundings look almost as if they are in the shadows.