My village people in the 1960's or 70's hated to be photographed. Heck, they hated even being called by their own name (instead of family name or by relation or by their title etc). Photography is kind of evil. It won't let people to fade away from memories. It's like a plastic that never decomposes. Not only that, it misrepresents people, because people don't remain in same pose, mood or appearance forever. It attaches the person to the photographed appearances more than it does to their un-photographed appearances.
There is nothing wrong in not being photographed and not living in the memories of other people. Even the Kings who were scared of being forgotten and got stone scriptures made with their names, were forgotten.
Despite any amount of persisted media recorded about you that never goes away, you would still be forgotten, as your media would be buried deep under other latest media that fully eats away the attention of the future people.
But I am still happy my gran and gramp took that photo on their trip to Spain, I have a slice of their younger selves when I wasn't even a thought for them. Even more so when all that is left for me to share with others is my words, some photos and 2 tombstones.
There is nothing wrong in not being photographed and not living in the memories of other people. Even the Kings who were scared of being forgotten and got stone scriptures made with their names, were forgotten.
Despite any amount of persisted media recorded about you that never goes away, you would still be forgotten, as your media would be buried deep under other latest media that fully eats away the attention of the future people.