I am compelled to photograph.
With the advent of digital photography, it became a different world. My first digital camera was an Agfa 1680, which I acquired just after its 1998 debut. A powerhouse of a tool at the time, it boasted a 1.2 mb image, 1280 x 960. And for media, it maxed out at a 16 mb smart media card. Heavenly!
Shutter lag and long write times trained me to anticipate and be judicious. Though of course I didn’t always get that right.
Then, I had in succession a Fujifilm FinePix S1 Pro, S2 Pro and S3 Pro before getting a Nikon D3.
Presently, the D3 is a backup/second camera to my Nikon D810. Leaps and bounds from the Agfa 1680 nearly 20 years ago.
Physiologically speaking, photography is, well, physiologic. At times, that base level of photography is what compels me, especially when the equipment in tow can weigh over 30#. But back in front of a monitor and Lightroom, all is forgotten.
As for the forgetting, that does happen… Images will confirm this event happened and I was there. My camera remembers for me, those details that I may forget or overlook at the time, come back to life in that digital file. Magic!