You Enjoy Doing That?

Photo of my honey taken by someone who thanked me for the opportunity of doing so.

Photo of my honey taken by someone who thanked me for the opportunity of doing so.

This is going to sound incredibly naïve but it took me until forty-something (no need to be too precise) to realize that some people like taking photographs. I had always known that many (if not most) people like having photographs (and I very much count myself in this group), and, it was on that basis that I surmised that the folk who took more photos were simply those who liked having photos that much more. And, sure, I was aware that some people actually took photography lessons and the like, but, again, I imagined this was because they wanted the photos they took to be good ones as then they would like the photos that much more. At no time did I think that the actual act of taking a photo was enjoyable to these people. This is of course what happens when one extrapolates from oneself. I find the act of taking a photo of a memorable experience interferes with the experience, but later not having a photo of said experience interferes with me remembering the experience. A bit of a catch-22, the solution to which, I thought somewhat guiltily, required me to hang out with people who, on balance, favoured photo over experience. But now that I know some actually like the act of taking a picture, I will sit back and let others take the shots guilt free.

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