Often I wonder why I love photography so much. There are many photographs (of mine and of others) that I cherish more than any material object in the world. These photographs are not necessarily of anything extraordinarily special, at least not to anyone other than myself. These photographs I will hold on to for the rest of my life. They are unwavering in how I saw the world and how I related to it at that particular time. I will make photographs for the rest of my life as they will remain, if nothing else, as my own personal memory keepers.