Of all the interrogative adverbs "why" tends to be the one that involves more commitment to resolve. Yet photography constantly asks many "whys". Why do we decide to click on the shutter? Why do we decide not to? Why is that interesting? Why do you, as a photographer, like it? Why do others like it? Why don't they? Why do some people even dedicate their time to write about it. And so on.
Of the many "whys" the one that currently interests me the most is "Why are some people so drawn to photography while others are merely satisfied with the event-commemorative click?" I mean I haven't met anybody that just plain hates photography. Everyone seem to agree of the medium's greatness in, at least, preserving memories.
I guess that an explanation could come from the fact that by framing an instant, some of us attempt to arrange and find order in the seemingly stream of chaos that continuous reality manifests itself to us.
Or perhaps to some of us, the novelty has never worn off. Photography is, and will be for the rest of our lives, just too much fun.