I spent a lot of time photographing everything I could think of with a tiny 110 film camera. If you don’t know what that means I’ll give you a picture clue, but if this doesn’t help then you’re probably not old enough to be reading my blog.
My parents having watched this go on for awhile decided that a camera would be a perfect Christmas present.
And TA-DA I received this:
And for those of you interested in archaeological artifacts I also include the following picture of the back, where the FILM was loaded. Film was the…..never mind.
I’m not sure a piece of equipment was loved more and it served such an important purpose in my life. The world looked different through the viewfinder and since my fascination with photography coincided with a time that the world was opened up to me in other ways I paid attention more than I maybe would have without it.
I was so thoroughly convinced that photography was going to be my career that I would listen to nothing else.
One day in junior high we were required to take aptitude tests. One of these tests was designed to suggest careers based on 50+ personality questions. I took my time and answered the questions honestly and smug with the knowledge that photographer would be the suggested profession I tallied up my score. Nope, the first suggested career for me: Pastor or Rabbi. My response: (this works best if you read the following sentence with your best 14 year-old girl voice.) “What?! Um, hello! I’m, like, not even Jewish! This test is so stupid.” So I proceeded to erase all my answers and fill them back in with the ones that would give me photography as my suggested profession. I was so smarter than that test.
Oh, and the second suggestion the original test offered: International Relief. It appears I was not smarter than that test.
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