When I retired I bought a pocket camera to capture photos of our grandkids. But my unsteady hands (essential tremor) made the pictures blurry. A friend steered me to a DSLR and showed me how shutter speed could offset my shakes. Image stabilization lenses helped even more, hence "lensjack."
On a planet coughing up two billion digital images a day, I'm not a big believer in photography as "fine art." Yeah, yeah -- Andreas Gursky, Cindy Sherman, Peter Lik blah-blah-blah. C'mon. Van Gogh didn’t need a CMOS sensor and 64-bit software to interpret what he saw and felt. Photographers study Rembrandt lighting because photography imitates fine art, not vice versa. What shooter ever born could hold a candle to the figures Michelangelo liberated from blocks of marble?
This is not to diminish photography, only to puncture the pretension too often surrounding it, and to set it apart as a craft unto itself. The best photography can awaken our senses, shake us to the core, and even alter the course of human events. Just look at Nick Ut's "Napalm Girl" - http://ti.me/2pzsLHt - or Brent Stirton's "Gorilla In The Congo" - http://ti.me/2iJMl1g.
Photography giants from Henri Cartier-Bresson to Arnold Newman and beyond enrich our lives. The contemporary pros I most admire use cameras to explore and illuminate life's complexities with images that stir the soul. Their work remains a constant source of inspiration.
As a hobbyist, my aspirations are decidedly more modest. Photography's joy for me lies in documenting simple memories of people, places, and moments we've treasured, and sharing them here with family and friends.