I’m a bit of a photograholic.
Traveling to various parts of the world, I have accumulated hundreds of thousands of photographs. I have often tried to avoid the stereotypical tourist look (most likely to little avail) of constantly having a camera strapped around my neck taking pictures of absolutely everything. On some trips I have nominated myself as trip photographer and take pictures of the activities and people involved, sometimes to the annoyance of my fellow travelers.
The other day I was thinking to myself, why? Why is it that I feel this compulsion to take pictures? To compile photographs of the places I go, the people I meet? Why does anybody do such things?
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. True, but looking at a photograph can also remind us of emotions and thoughts, smells and sounds – a picture is a story. For centuries, stories were told by drawing pictures – think of the hieroglyphics and pictograms of ancient peoples. These were placed on cave walls, in temples, etched into stone so that the people would remember; rather, so they would never forget.
That’s why I, and others, take photographs. I don’t ever want to forget – not only what I saw, but how I felt, what I did, who I met. Over the course of time, memories tend to fade but with pictures, they can return to you as if they happened yesterday. Sure, maybe I can be a little “shutter happy,” but the value that those pictures carry are more than anything I could ever buy.
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