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This scares me.  I wanted to be a professional photographer—actually a photojournalist—even before I wanted to be a firefighter.  The first camera I fantasized about was a Pentax with a couple lenses.  I couldn’t muster the courage, or the money, to pay what that cost, and eventually I began lusting after those beautiful Minolta SLRs with all their built-in electronic assistance.  Such electronics were new then, in the late seventies, and nobody had yet heard the term ‘digital still camera’. 

A passion postponed goes into a dormancy of desire.  And it waits.  Some lusts are powerfully fulfilled, others miss their mark and flail against the wall as they slide to the floor.  But some never are allowed to make an effort toward consummation, and for those desires, their postponement may be right.  I can only hope that postponement will prove to have perfected the desire when finally comes the long-delayed launch of my ever patient urge to make a picture. 

Wish me luck.