There have been long periods in my life where I didn't take many photos, but I did get my first camera pretty young. At least by 10, when I filled an album with pictures from Disney World. And here's a gawky me at age 12, trying to get snaps of the chipmunks we tamed with peanuts.
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My uncle pulled out an album of pictures from the cabin, so I photographed a few of them. This one looks to be just a windy day through the front window. And then you notice my grandfather down on the deck, shooting the waves.
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So maybe my interest is genetic.
I love the one of your grandfather!
ReplyDeleteThanks! He really was a great photographer. And a great granddad.
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