Every Photograph a Prayer

What are we trying to “say” with our images? Why are we so enamored with beauty? When we go out into the field, why do we sometimes feel the presence? Of other, of mystery, even of God? Why do we feel like we are trying and just missing expression in our images of something ineffable, sublime, even holy? With all the images, sacred and profane, on the internet are we just pissing in the ocean, contributing to the cacophony?