55. My first camera was a Kodak Instamatic for Christmas in 1964. I never really did much photography as a youth - I grew up in a poor rural area where acceptable male activities generally involved gasoline, gunpowder, alcohol, some kind of ball, risk of injury, or killing something. We had a short-lived camera club my senior year and we got to spend a whole 2 nights in the darkroom at a nearby college. A Pentax ME Super was the first luxury purchase my wife and I made with my first job out of college. We used it for family snapshots for years and never gave much thought to learning about photography. Then, around 1998 I became the unofficial photographer for our daughter's gymnastics team, using lab scans to create really bad 8x10 inkjets for the other parents. In '04 I had a consulting gig in San Francisco and wondered why my photos looked so bad compared to others I'd seen of that oh-so-photogenic city. That's when the bug hit, really hard. I eventually got disgusted with the digital half of the hybrid process and decided to take control from start to finish. That meant switching to B&W; getting an old, fully manual, MF folder; and pursuing a darkroom of my own. The darkroom doesn't exist yet, but the equipment is there in the basement, waiting.
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