When I was 13, I got my first real camera (meaning a SLR, not a point and shoot). It was a Canon Rebel 2000 (my parents had a canon Rebel, so I already had an idea of how to use it and it allowed me to use their lenses if I wanted to). It was the perfect beginner camera because it allowed me to shoot in full auto, but also had different settings so that I could try out some different things. It also opened my world to new things because I had more control on zoom and cropping as well as focusing (I learned about selective focus, even though I had no idea what it was at the time). I still carried around multiple cameras at the time (one for simple photos and my SLR for "artistic" photos) so that I could keep them separate, but my true eye showed up only through one.
Me with both of my cameras.
Changing my perspective.
Found art at the beach.
The first time I saw a bridge that turned to let boats through rather than go up.
Watching ducks.
Animal Safari, Disney.
A Bugs Life, Disney.
Disney.
Testing out a roll of "black and white" film in NYC (one that was developed using color chemicals).
Missing Grandpa.
Looking at the beach through a broken window.
A close up through the broken glass.
Mom and sister Jill at a stream, upstate NY.
Dad on a boat tour.
Close up, playing with focus (depth of field).
My room shortly after being painted.
Just a pretty sunset.
A view from my back porch.
Suzie looking tired of my camera.
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