Yes, i do.
But you can't blame todays fisherman for catching fish they don't actually need for nourishment or survival. We are all amateurs, but for some the result really is just a hobby.
Au contraire! I certainly do disapprove of needless killing; who are we to decide when something has to die for our "fun" and perverted sense of achievement? I have more than once sat down to an indifferent restaurant meal and thought: to think that a fish had to die for
this! One bad fish dish and I never order fish there again. This partly accounts for the shortening list of places where I go to eat. And this a coastal town! Currently, I'm down to two. As both close over the winter, I shall be fighting more than the cold for the next few months. One old guy I sometimes see sitting on his stool by the entrance to the yacht club does it to pass the time as his wife plays cards within the clubhouse; he catches almost nothing, and what he does he throws back to the sea. Of course, the poor fish may have caught an infection from the hook removal, or simply have a temporary toothache - who am I to know?
And it's not just fish: one place I use does (usually) perfect calf's liver. Last week I had it as normal, but rather than calf, I think it was a veteran of seasons of bullfights. Of course, as poor animals are tortured to the death in those places - the rings, not the restaurants - to great cheers and pomp and circumstance, I know it couldn't really have been a successful fighter, but it still makes me wonder ever more about the human psyche and what kinds of monster we may all be hiding inside ourselves. Is it really any wonder that we spawn the terrorists that we do, when we all have religious histories built on mass murder in the name of greater beings?
But back to the pictures, or more accuarately, the postings: I think one could split the forum into two groups: a tiny, tiny one that lives for images and a vast majority membership that makes the ocassional image - just to test the equipment's a keeper, you understand, and in the case of it not meeting standards (personal), the added fun of recounting the return battles, the more the merrier.
I don't think it was ever so. I think this is a fairly recent development in photography. Was a time when it took skills and much learning (much, but not difficult at all); when to enter the world of photography meant you were going to spend your private time on it. Today, you can spend your employer's time on it instead, right there in your cubicle. How cute is that? Consequently, where folks once thought you sightly odd if you claimed to be a photographer, today everybody's doing it and so it means nothing at all.
Dedicated photographers are as socially disenfranchised today as is their skill and, sometimes, unexpected art.