I often think of the element of loss in the photographic process in terms of a gamble—the thrill of uncertainty—but perhaps it could be framed also as sacrifice? Intentional giving-up of beauty and potential. There's a holiness in intentionality, a ritual quality that separates sacrifice from mere haphazard accident. I'm coming around to behavior's potential to transform into meaningful ritual, it's a way for me to connect biological reality to deeper meaning. I suspect the two are inseparable on any count, one side of reality's coin leading back always to the other.