One of my most precious childhood memories occured yearly on Christmas Eve.
After dinner, Dad would turn off the TV and turn on the Chet Atkins Christmas album...cassette...CD....and play along on his guitar.
It occured to me today that I now have the root of this memory in my house now. Very comforting
In the world of photography, I’m the kindergartner with a Polaroid surrounded by college kids using 35mm cameras with the really cool lenses that come...
