After my father died in 1980, my mother handed me his all manual, no automatic anything Minolta SLR camera and said "you take this, it's too complicated, Ill never learn to use it." I resolved then never to say "I can't learn" anything that I really want to learn. I had an art degree from the University of Maryland, but the necessity of supporting myself had by then distracted me from my dream of being an artist. Dad's camera became my good friend, allowing me to create images to share with friends and family, and once in a blue moon, to enter in a contest or a show.
I wore out Dad's camera, and I wore out its replacement. I started wearing out my husband Wayne's camera when our budget wouldn't accommodate a new one. When my brother asked us to photograph our niece's wedding, Wayne suggested that if we were going to provide wedding photos to a bride living 300 miles away, it was time to go digital. Digital photography has opened up options for me that were not available to me without access to a darkroom, and I've enjoyed exploring some of those editing options.
© Lisa Funkhouser Critzman