Why Do You Take Photographs?
- January 31st, 2012
- By kahkityoong
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Recently I have received a couple of requests for biographies to go with publications. I usually just send off a cut and paste job from the “About Me” page on my website. You may recall around the time I started this blog, I wrote an article “Writing a Photographer’s Bio”. It seems that each year, I prune off a few more sentences so decided I would just go the whole hog and the last bio I sent off just reads “Kah Kit Yoong (Photographer 2005-)”. I’m hoping that this approach will save me some time and a great deal of brain pain in the future.
Truth be told, how I came to become a photographer is not all that interesting. I used to spend a lot of time on my road bike and employed a point-and-shoot to record the places I cycled to. I’m sure most of us have asked ourselves the question “Why do I take photographs?” Answers to this question often involve some way of expressing stopping time. I think “Time Catcher”, a name coined by Patrick Di Fruscia was a particularly elegant way to put this.
A few weeks ago, while researching French photographers, I came across the work of Jeanloup Sieff and purchased his book “40 Years of Photography”. His talents covered the fields of landscape, fashion, street and portraits. Sieff’s first answer to the question was amusing yet probably true for many of us photographers. “Because someone gave me a camera”. Of course why we took photographs at the start of our journey may well be different to the reasons why we continue to take them now. Sieff’s final answer is simple – “sheer pleasure”.
Personally, there are many reasons why I take photographs. The most satisfying of these, is that my images allow me to go back in time. I can marvel at the way sunlight turned the raindrops into glittering diamonds at my leisure in “Paris is Most Beautiful in the Rain”. From the most trifling moments to the great dramatic memories, photos allow me to relive the moment. Sometimes they reveal aspects of the scene that may not be obvious in the frame. On other occasions, I might be delighted by a minor detail that I didn’t notice at the time.
In this street scene from St Germain des Pres, depicting the Parisian cafe life, there’s something interesting about every character in the scene. (You’ll need to see the large version to make out what each person is up to). Certainly there was more going on than I could take in while standing in the rain trying to blend in. I’m sure that without this record, it would be a memory which would disappear into the ether of everyday life.
Much less likely to be forgotten is my experience on the Cornwall coast a few weeks ago, being battered by storms and a gale force wind at sunset. With golden light illuminating the majestic cliffs and the strains of Peter Hurford’s towering performance of Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D Minor powering through my headphones, the occasion certainly made an impression. Nevertheless, all memories become dulled by the passage of time and photographs make great time machines.



















