Ode to Carl Dawson and Photographhy

Him was one miserable raas, but him was good.

Carl Dawson, (kin to Ken Dawson) helped me to fine tune what was a childish obsession with photography when I was 16 years old.

I grew up in front of a camera- my daddy's Canon SLR w/ 50mm lens. I got my first camera when I was 9 and took over my dad's camera at age 19.

In many ways, much of my art remains unwritten because I have no lens to paint them with. I am a shutterbaby. Born and bred.

But Mr. Dawson taught me the intricacies... composition, the rules, and breaking them. I shot my first slides and processed film and printed exposures in the dark room.

And here I am, 10 years later, and I have no camera of my own. I have been waiting so long to buy a good professional digital SLR that I have just been waiting and waiting for practically a decade.

So I have decided that I will not postpone any longer. I need a camera. And I need it now.

Well. maybe for my birthday.

So... I am taking up a collection..in USD of course!