My iPhone currently has 42, 769 random images (frfr) that I refuse to delete. I don't know who I am without a camera. And I don't want to know.
I'm addicted to the feeling I get from watching someone's face light up when I show them a moment I captured for them while they were busy living it.
Consider me your personal time-capsule -builder, memory-scrap-booker, with eager eyes & an open heart.