madNbad
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Fifty years ago, I borrowed my brothers Canon FTb with a 55 1.2 lens and spent a week running around like a seventeen year old photojournalist pretending I had just stepped out of "Blow Up!" My father, unbeknownst to me at the time, had spent time as an actual photographer, with amongst other cameras, a Burke and James 2 1/4x3 1/4. At this time he was into amature radio but retained enough knowledge to look at his youngest son and call him an idiot. Basically, he said if you want to be an actual photographer, you need t know how to do the work. The Canon when back to my brother and I was handed a Brownie Hawkeye with a roll of 620 Plus-X. My father said my job was to bring back twelve different pictures. Duplicates of the same subject were not allowed. I did this every week for the next six weeks and learned a lot in that time. When I entered high school, I found my way on to the yearbook as a student photographer. Needing a camera that was my own, I went to work at a local gas station after school and on weekends. Eventually, I had enough for a Minolta SRt 101 with a 55 1.7 Rokkor lens. This served me well until after watching the pros with their Nikons, I got the itch for one of those. Fifty years later, I'm sitting here with the M4 I wanted since I was a teenager and a perfectly fine Sony A7II that works great but has no sex appeal. I'm curious about the many other stories out there, we all have them.