Growing up, I really hated photography. Perhaps it was due to my urge to constantly live in the present, or maybe I just found boredom in looking through old memories.
I remember during hikes my father used to stop, admire the scenery, take 3–5 photos, then continue.
5 minutes later… stop, admire the scenery, 3–5 more photos… continue.
It used to drive me insane.
And I guess I’ve always been a “brisk” walker… (even now)! I liked to feel my blood pumping and my heart racing, as I covered as much distance as humanly possible.