I was on a tour admiring the walls around the old city of Cartegena when I realized I was hearing a happy sound. A clippy, cloppy sound. A pleasing rhythmic sound on the cobblestones.
I guess one of the reasons I do it is to capture those moments, those colors, those thoughts, those memories, that are so fleeting or that tug at my heart, the corners of my mouth, or gaze in some way. For instance this picture of the horse is nothing to scram home about, not something you would find in a National Geographic magazine for its composition or technique, but it means something to me. I had forgotten the smile I had when I heard the clippy sound of hooves on the cobblestones until I saw the one single photograph of the horse while going through the 700+ photos from last week. Yes, I think that is why I take photographs.
What about you? Do you take photographs? Why? Have you ever thought about that before?