. . . love affair with light called photography

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Regarding my continuing love affair with light called photography. The technical aspects have become more accessible than ever before in the history of the art, craft and technology. And they are swiftly becoming more so.
The objective of recording light--by any means--is just fine where it is for me for now. All my ambitions to be, as dad suggested, “rich and famous,” have fallen by the wayside.
I failed his agenda for want of the courage to seek the attention of the authorities judging the worth of my output, product or intentions. Such accomplishments that I have had, have no evidence now; the negatives, prints and slides lost, destroyed or abandoned.
The monolithic potential of Photoshop CS4 was too intimidating and held my ambitions outside in the cold for fear of my failure in using it, was the final proof, I was actually “too stupid to get in out of the rain.” And too well remembered and rehearsed, “You have diarrhea of the mouth!” I was devastated and only now recall he was referring to my curiosity about everything.
As for the various formats, and brand names, I have used professionally, to moderate, never paying for the privilege of ownership, income--is a source of acute embarrassment now.
Above and beyond this consideration, I have always favored what I call “toy” cameras; more accurately defined as ‘amateur.’ The potential theft while working in the impoverished ecology and infrastructure of our society dictated that I use what I could afford to lose.
My final determination is that photography has been kind to me and made my life possible outside the precincts of my self-isolation. A--not uncommon--profile for many photographers; professional or amateur.
Inherent in the medium, is a miraculous ability to make of the final image, with or without the rigors of classical discipline and training of, or implied in, all the arts--a cultural icon. Simply the attention paid to the least object, subject or event can move from record to memorial of important truths for all of us. From cartoon to mural in an instant.
If i am touched by grace, as I believe we all are, then the symbiosis is plain. All mediums are irrelevant since the message remains: worthy or unworthy of our attention. Ignore the song in you heart at you peril.
Some are generous in theft to fill their void--an abyss.
Our Parent receives our humble gestures of love. . . . ignoring all else?