I sometimes take images because they seem to be telling me stories encapsulated in a single frame. But they are stories made up of questions instead of statements. At the end of the day they are captivating but unfulfilling because I will never know the outcome of the stories or the answers to any of the questions that are raised. We lived surrounded by stories made up of questions. When we photography them we are no more enlightened than before. Now we have reference material for our imaginations. When we write we can fill in the blanks.
I'm more and more curious about WHY we photograph. And WHY we photograph the scenes and subjects we do. I assume it's akin to all the psychiatrists out there who seem to practice as a way to grapple with their own emotional drama. We photograph the things we love and can't hold on to or the things that frighten us which we can't escape. And lots of scenes in the middle.