The first camera I remember my family having was a Brownie. The square black and white pictures would come back with scalloped edges and bound in a small book. It was like a story. It was a thrill second only to Life magazine arriving in our mail box every week with photographs by all the greats of the time. One day, when I was 17, I entered a camera store in Detroit and spent all the money my Grandmother had left me for my education on a Roliflex Twin Lens camera and a 4x5 Beseler enlarger. They were both in the store window and I just couldn't resist. I wasn't sure what to do with them and my Father wasn't at all happy with me but I am still using both today, that same enlarger being the only one ever in my darkroom. Some things were just meant to be.