The camera always draws me back: the weight of it in my hands, the moment of lifting the viewfinder to my eye, the process of framing, focusing, and then — at last, the satisfying sound of the shutter.
My first camera was a pinhole camera made out of a long cardboard box, tape, and wax paper. My father helped me to make it when I was nine and I wrote the words camera obscura in large red letters down the side. I graduated to more sophisticated cameras as I got older, learned to use film, spent long hours printing my own photos in a borrowed dark room, went digital, went back to analog, and now find balance between both.
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