Memory-Stapler

I ran my finger over the black surface of the camera. Photos were my memory-stapler. With each picture I took, with each click of the camera, I was stapling the moments in my memory so I wouldn't forget. I'd hoarded all the pictures of Mama that I could find, but they were never enough. Now I took photos wherever I went, of whatever I did, so I'd never forget, never be caught on the other side of remembering.

--When Light Breaks

Patti Callahan Henry

That is exactly what I was trying to say a few years ago when I attempted to explain my camera compulsion. Ms. Henry laid it out perfectly, why I take pictures and what they mean to me. That's why she's the writer and I'm just a ranter.