I've been making images since I was about 10. Initially I used an Instamatic. I later was given an old hand-me down Rollei rangefinder. I developed film and made contact prints using a darkroom kit a neighbor gave me which didn't sell in her garage sale. I used my Dad's OM-1 and later got an OM-10 of my very own with a 50mm. I borrowed my Dad's 75-210 whenever I could. I shot underwater when I was 16, using his Nikonos III. I may have made the shot that ended up as the background image for an ad in Skin Diver; we're not sure who shot what. I pushed Tri-X, I learned to love Pan-X and Ilford multi-contrast paper. I developed color in a drum and it was a pain in the ass. I got an Ektaflex printmaker and actually made things that looked passable.
I went to college. I shot a little, but was busy with school. I dragged my OM-10 up rock climbs in Colorado. We went through an avalanche together.
I messed about with Photoshop and graphics when the Web was born. I didn't shoot, but I learned a few tricks and made some ugly composites and graphics. I did selective color. And then moved on.
Photography was something I liked to do, but I wasn't that serious about it. And it faded into the background.
Years later, I'm back. This time I'm serious.
I'm an amateur. I don't make a living from photography and really don't intend to try. I won't pretend I can shoot your wedding.
I'm unfocused; I'll shoot anything and usually do. There are however, things which draw me in, which compel me.
My brains halves are in constant conflict: I'm a gear and tech head, but was brought up to appreciate art, especially visually oriented art. The left brain is a pain when I'm trying to work an image, trying to reconcile my inner eye with my outer eye. But the left brain is the one that reminds me that my DOF is much shallower when I'm focused that close.
I love to make images. I love reconcile the image in my head with the one in the viewfinder.
I love and hate every image I make.
I hear that's a good thing.