
OK, here’s more food for thought. I want to share with you my first experience with an adventurous photographer. As a young boy I was an avid alpinist. I summitted The Popocatepetl (17,800 ft) in Puebla, Mexico back in 1977 when I was 15 years old. Our guide and friend of my parents was Juan Guzman, (born Hans Gutmann, 1911-1982). A very kind and interesting man with a keen eye.

Photography was the journal, for all his amazing adventures. When we summitted, with impending clouds on the horizon, he told me, “One doesn’t always have time to write, but one can take a picture.” His camera seemed to be attached to his arm, as a natural part of him. It was his pen. He was a photojournalist, and he saw photos as a snapshot in time, not a static image.

I saw him use his camera thought out the expedition. I suppose that is when I started making stories out of pictures; watching him choose the scene and patiently shoot, and move slightly and shoot again.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juan_Guzm%C3%A1n_(photographer)
https://www.volcanodiscovery.com/popocatepetl.html
Eruption of Popocatépetl from the Paso del Cortez (image courtesy: Hernando Rivera)