When doing photography wrong is right, and vice versa.
There is no such thing as a Photographer, because they are everywhere and nowhere. So naturally it follows there is no such thing as a Photograph. Symbolic verbiage, identifiable syntax… a keyword.
Only moments, captured with light and mirrors. Add smoke, and it becomes orthodoxy. I suppose then, that I’m gnostic.
Four, if you count me. Plus one outlier on the shoulder.