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First day

First day

I was fourteen years old. I was borrowing my Dad’s new camera, an Olympus OM-1 with a 24mm wide-angle lens. Superwide! What a beast. I loved it! I’d joined the photography club at school, and had been essentially cowed into submission by older kids who droned on incessantly about f stops and chemistry. They all had Pentaxes. 

One Friday afternoon we went on an outing to some “hindu temples” in the hills back behind the university...

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