What did I do before I had these tools of expression? What did I look forward to creating before I composed simple shots that have brought me such joy? On those long days where did I escape to when there was really no place to go? I wish I knew what filled my head back then.
I do know that there wasn’t much of a challenge. The camera at the portrait studio was mounted to a wall, and other than learning portraiture and how to cut film I didn’t know much more than what I learned in that glorious (and way too short) photography class in high school. Later, the two cameras that I owned weren’t anything where settings could be changed. I don’t even think I would have cared to.
But, now? Oh glorious knowledge I devour you as I learn something new with every click.
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