Why photograph?

Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part´╗┐ of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it?

Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps´╗┐ not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

Paul Bowles-The Sheltering Sky