Someone asked me how many cameras do I have, if I count my iPhone camera there is seven cameras. I also had one that I sold and an old Polaroid that I have no idea what happen to it.
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All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget. In this -- as in other ways -- they are the opposite of paintings. Paintings record what the painter remembers. Because each one of us forgets different things, a photo more than a painting may change its meaning according to who is looking at it.
John Berger
1926-, British Actor, Critic
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