People are taking more pictures of other people than ever, candidly, while they are not looking.
I am guilty!
Ever since I was given an iPhone, I take shots indiscriminately. Sometimes as a shred of evidence, most of the time, just because I can.
Call me a paparazzi!
There is no shame in being a constant “photographer.” Everybody does it.
Just because everybody does it, do I have to do it, too?
In my defense, I will only use these images to good use and never to sell it in a tabloid for monetary gain.
I am taking pictures to stop time.
I keep them for eternal moments digitality to collect electronic dust particles.
Then one day, someone would stumble unto them and reflect:
My, my … how time has changed.