I’ve been a bit unmotivated with my camera recently. To be honest, I’ve been feeling a bit bad about snapping a thousand photos a week and constantly having the lens in my kids face. I worry sometimes that I might be missing out on experiencing these moments by being behind my little memory box. I worry that my kids will grow up with every single second documented by photo or by film – whereas I have probably 30 photos per year of me as a kid. And just one (totally horrendous) video. Is that a bad thing? Perhaps not. But there will be no mystery for my kids. The boundaries between real memory and illusion of memory will probably get seriously blurred. So maybe I should step back a little.