This is how Wikipedia defines photography:
Photography is the process, activity and art of creating still or moving pictures by recording radiation on a radiation-sensitive medium, such as a photographic film, or an electronic sensor. Light patterns reflected or emitted from objects activate a sensitive chemical or electronic sensor during a timed exposure, usually through a photographic lens in a device known as a camera that also stores the resulting information chemically or electronically.
I much prefer:
Photograph: a picture painted by the sun without instruction in art.
You don’t take a photograph. You ask, quietly, to borrow it.
All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget. In this – as in other ways – they are the opposite of paintings. Paintings record what the painter remembers. Because each one of us forgets different things, a photo more than a painting may change its meaning according to who is looking at it.
My interest in photography has been with me for nearly two decades. Alas, my skills as a photographer were not good enough to crack the cut throat artistic world, although in my defense my mental illnesses often interfered with my ambitions in various genres. It’s rather difficult to photograph people when you can’t talk to them first!
Despite this, my love affair with the photograph has continued unabated and collected on these pages are all the images I have taken over the last five years as well as an array of galleries showcasing my favourite photographers.