I’ve always been amazed by the stories that photographs tell. When written, so much of a story’s possibility is confined by the words chosen. Perhaps this is why ancient oral traditions such as the Druids were so set against putting their lore into writing. Then again, certain Native American tribes saw photography as a soul-stealing activity. I think both the Druids and the Native Americans had valid points in that the truth of what has been captured can be altered. Think of history being written by the victor and the female body being digitally enhanced. But there is something about the photographer as storyteller that has always captured my imagination.