It’s an old joke that guys justify buying Playboy magazine by saying they buy it for the articles (which are good, but not *that* good), not so they could ogle and be stimulated by the pictures of naked ladies.
I am prepared to admit that theory, philosophy, explanation, definition, and categorization of photography are not why I “buy the magazine.” I buy it for the pictures. I buy it to get my visual jollies; because it turns me on. After the fact, I get into justifying what I have done, what I have made, but all that blah, blah, blah, all that text, those big, intellectual arguments aren’t on my mind at any time when I am actually making photographs or creating digital composites. It’s all after-the-fact justification.
