Why does anyone take pictures? To 'steal' a memory for oneself?
To capture something one wants to show to others? To see – and reveal – something others cannot see?
To build a profession with which one can perhaps make a living while maintaining an often, though not always, freewheeling lifestyle?
In the 35 years during which I've been taking pictures across five continents, I've done it for all the above.
Still, whatever the reason, the result is always the same: a unique moment – there will never be again that specific sub/object in those exact conditions and circumstances – conveying emotions.
Like when the picture was taken.