If you’ve been following along for a while, you might have picked up the hint that I like photography a little bit.
And when I say “little bit” I mean “in much the same way as I enjoy breathing”. Take my camera away from me and you might as well help yourself to a lung or two while you’re at it.
I can even recite the list of cameras I’ve had, should you be having some trouble sleeping and need someone to bore you into unconsciousness. We’d start waaaay back with the light blue Hanimex that took a cassette of film (yes: a cassette of film), then we’d move on to my dad’s Pentax before taking a break for digital to get going, at which point we’d pick up with the chunky Kodak and head forward to…