My Old Camera Bag
Throughout the summer we have been cleaning out the garage and unearthing wonderful treasures from the past. Oh sure, 90% of what we have found is trash but oh the 10% that isn't! Several weeks ago I came home from work and found sitting in the living room my old leather camera bag from when I was a kid. Seeing that bag brought back so many memories of family vacations and my dad.
My dad was the first person who got me interested in photography. He had a serious case of what we now call GAS - Gear Acquisition Syndrome. He often took me with him on Saturday mornings to the local camera shop to look at new cameras and talk with the staff there about all things gear. He made sure that I always had a camera and would often joke that I got better shots on vacation with my simple Kodak then he did with all of his fancy gear. My Dad has been gone for over 30 years so I never got to share with him how that early seed of interest he planted in me those many years ago has finally blossomed into my passion. Every time I look at my old camera bag I'll remember the person who sent me down this path.
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