At our best and most fortunate we make pictures because of what stands in front of the camera, to honor what is greater and more interesting than we are. We never accomplish this perfectly, though in return we are given something perfect- a sense of inclusion. Our subject thus redefines us, and it is part of the biography by which we want to be known.
-Robert Adams[1]
I've been thinking a lot lately about photographs. Not why we make the photos that we do, but why we make them at all. So I'm wondering, why do you make pictures?
[1] Adams, Robert. Why People Photograph: Selected Essays and Reviews. New York: Aperture, 1994.
