For me the reasons change and there a several… I started taking photographs as a diary of sorts that captured everything from my bare feet in the grass to people in school, travelling with friends, or my mother’s keys in their usual spot on the mantelpiece directly behind the entry to my parental home.
I took and take pictures because I love it and because it was and is so - for the lack of a better word - simple. Yes, there is an additional fascination with the technical aspects of photography, especially lenses.
But taking a picture I like - emphasis on “I”, it’s purely subjective - makes me feel something. It’s about seeing something what I find beautiful in a single moment wether it is the one birthday celebration of whoever that happens only once in that year, the expression in someone’s face, a combination of colours and textures under a certain light… and I’m there with a camera and somehow preserve that moment. So looking at it at any time afterwards will move me - again for the lack of a better word - forever.
And because it let me hold onto memories.
And I really like how the way I see the world around me when taking photographs changes for me. I look at the world and somehow perceive it differently.
And then there are occasions which make me take photographs because it seems to me that there is a story to tell. Sometimes it’s mine, sometimes it’s the story of others.
Finally there is a periodic - admittingly this can be a more “geological” period 🤓 - fascination or obsession with a particular thing… macrophotography of Arthropoda, a particular season, clouds, sunsets, people in the street... this just ”appears” in my mind… but all this makes me carry a camera around and take photographs. 🙃🙂
