Why Photograph?

I have wondered. For years. Why art? Why paintings? Why photographs? I have tried to brush off the questions with a hey, would you give me a break, please? I mean,
p l e a s e . . .

I have said, you nag too much. I have said, you are too theoretical. I have said, you are irrelevant. I have said, when I have hours and hours and hours without anything to do, then I´ll think about you.

But the squiggly question marks would not leave me alone.

So. This weekend. I think I might have discovered. Something.



(Watch this space :-)