One of the things most obvious from any collection of photos is that the photographer is never seen. He or she is always hidden behind the camera. In my case that may or may not be a bad thing – it all depends how you feel about large reptiles.
I just find it strange to think that most of the fun I’ve had off-roading, flying aeroplanes or driving horses has gone unrecorded, and exists only as memories which will vanish with my passing; whereas the images I’ve taken of my friends and family will hopefully survive to be seen by future generations. A sort of immortality by proxy.