On why I take so many photos

I have a friend, who shall remain nameless, whose attitude to taking photos is to not, and just "enjoy the experience".  And heaven forbid that I get grumpy when I can't take photos at events or exhibitions, because there is no sympathy whatsoever.

Well it's like this you see.  I have dementia.  I don't remember stuff.  Unless there's photographic evidence to remind me, things drip straight out of my brain straight away.

Case in point.  A couple of years ago we went to see an exhibition in the Tate Modern which had no photography permitted.  Apart from one piece that I wrote about, I don't remember a single other thing from that exhibition.  So what's the fricken point of me having gone???


Two years ago today we finally left the UK and headed home, stopping in Japan for a thirteen hour layover.  The good thing about that layover is that it forced us to get over our jetlag that day, so we were pretty right when we got home.