How did it all start now... Once upon a time I had a boyfriend who was heavily into photography. He used to say "Darling, you are as interesting as a photo magazine" which used to annoy me immensely. He had a box full of gadgets: lenses, filters and other funny looking stuff and he got so excited when buying a cleaning brush for his camera (spent what back then was an absolute fortune on it). One day he lent me his old, heavy Russian SLR and showed me how to use it. I still remember its smell: old leather and some sort of oil. I was hooked from the moment I touched it. Completely mesmerized. I was in another world full of light and shadows and quirky scenes, and interesting faces - all captured for posterity. All hidden on rolls of film. All there - the world through my eyes.
I am not big on blogs. As a matter of fact, I've never written one. But if there is one thing that I would like to share with the rest of the world, it would be my photographic journey. It has not always been comfortable or easy, but is has certainly been, and continues to be, a creative adventure.
By the way, I have a wonderful partner who is as interesting as a photo magazine. He is hooked too. Just got himself a digital Leica M8!
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