Photography is my hobby. I’ve always loved it, my whole life, but it’s never been more than a hobby.

Some people ask me why it never became my profession. My answer is always the same. I never considered it. Oh sure, the thought came to me. Long ago, in college. But then I realised, why spoil it? If I had to do it for a living, I would no longer be doing it just for pleasure.

There is a certain sparkle, or charm, in a hobby. Something you do merely because you enjoy doing it. There are no strings attached. And I didn’t want that charm to go away from photography, for me.

It’s the right thing for some people, I’m sure. Young, ambious people. But I was never very ambious. I was content with my small bookstore, and my hobby of photography. And I still am.