While my father was a professional photographer at Wallinger Studio in Chicago for many years, sadly, I can't say that I learned anything about photography from him, his gear was home often, while he was home rarely. I didn't even own a camera until I picked up a Yashica TL-Electro X at a garage sale in 1993, at the age of 33. I learned how to use it mostly by trial and error and by reading a couple of books, and discovered that I had somewhat of a knack for taking nice candid photos, and soon became the semi-official photographer for family gatherings on my wife's side.
I used the Yashica until 2000, when the light seals became so gummed up that the camera became unusable, so I put it away in the closet, bought a series of digital cameras, which were all eventually stolen in a series of home burglaries, so out of frustration I gave up photography altogether.
Fast forward to April of this year. With the big "5-Oh" on the rapidly approaching horizon, I was becoming restless and bored, and longing for new frontiers to conquer. As luck would have it, the Mrs. and I went "garage sailing" one nice spring morning, where I came upon a nice looking black Yashica FX-D for sale for $2.00. Having such fond memories of my other old Yashica, I bought it, brought it home, logged onto the internet, and started doing some research on vintage cameras and photography. I managed to resurrect the old Electro-X, I have posted a couple of the first photos I have taken with it since its rebirth in the "Evil SLR" subforum of this board.
Inspired by the wealth of information available on this and several other forums and websites, I feel inspired to start seeing the world through the lens again, and this time, doing it right. I want to take more chances, teach myself to see the beauty in things that most others consider mundane or even ugly, and use the camera lens to bring that simple beauty to light.
Most unexpectedly, I have discovered that this journey has awakened a desire in myself to understand better the late father that I never really knew well while he was alive, and the most exciting news since the onset of my current, rampaging GAS attack is that I will soon be belatedly inheriting (24 years after his death) one of his cameras, a vintage Agfa Isolette II. Now if my little brother would just part with Dad's Nikon F that I'm sure he has moldering in a drawer somewhere ... and who has the Rolleiflex?