I began my love of photography back in the 1970's. On my way to becoming an Eagle Scout I worked with a local photographer to earn my Photography merit badge. To earn that merit badge one of the things he had me do was to make a pinhole camera. I took a roll of black and white photos with it experimenting with exposure times in different light. I kept a journal of the 12 photo I took. He guided me through developing the roll of film in his personal dark room. Then we printed them and hung the photos to dry. I was hooked and for the next 10 years I did everything I could to take even more photos.
For reasons lost to me now, I stopped taking photos in the mid 1980's. I thought about it a lot over the years but other things in life seemed to get in the way. Until one day a few years ago. My family and I were at a Arizona Diamondbacks baseball game. There was a family sitting a few rows in front of us and they had a DSLR with a pretty impressive lens mounted on it. In casual conversation I mentioned to my wife that I would like to have a good camera again.
That casual conversation has changed my life. The next year for Christmas my wife gave me a nice Nikon kit. For those of you that know me, you know that the gift set off an episode of OCD the likes of which were never before seen my mankind. My wife, bless her, thought that the kit would be everything I would ever need. She was a little hurt the first time I wanted to add a new lens to the kit.
It took me a long time to convince her that it wasn't just a camera that she gave me that year. She gave me back a passion.
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