My sister and I used a 110 and a 35mm camera to pieces when we were kids, and I took a class in high school that didn't leave an impression, but when I was struggling with my choice of major (Environmental Geosciences) in college a few semesters before I was to graduate, I up and changed my major to English and my minor to photography, sight unseen. By the end of the first week of the Basic Photography class, I was in love. I used and loved my grandpa's Fujica AZ-1 that my grandma made me swear on my life to take care of. I loved the darkroom, the smells, the wet paper, the image that "magically" appeared beneath the surface of the developer. And this may sound hokey, but my grandpa's been gone for almost 15 years, but whenever I'm out shooting, he's with me, and maybe it's his love of photography that got me interested in it in the first place.
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Steph