Work in progress...
I kind of have the habit of returning regularly to some few places to photograph them. I've always thought I did this because of the places themselves, because they had something to offer me aesthetically or maybe due to some other reason, unrelated to photography.
However, one day I realized that I wasn't returning to just some places, but that every time I was returning to the act of photographing and that the places were only playing a secondary role. It thus became clear to me that not the artistic or the visual aspects are what's drawing me to photography, but something else, which must be related to me, something that maybe fills some basic need. I've given this a lot of thought. But, the more I reflected and the more things got clearer, the less mysterious the act of photographing seemed to become and the more I felt that it's luring effect on me was beginning to fade. And then I stopped. It was more important to me to keep photography in my life, to have something come back to over and over again, than to understand its workings.