It has developed slowly.
We always had cameras around when I was growing up, and I always wanted to push the buttons. At various times I was given cheap cameras to play with but the interest never really stuck. Then when I was in my 20s my older brother got really into it, and some of his work really captured my interest.
My first "real" camera rig was a Minolta X-700 and several lenses that he left to me when he passed away. My first outing was on the way back from his funeral and I was amazed at how it put me at peace. All the things clogging up my mind went away when I was looking through the viewfinder. The pictures were just OK...but I think the process was more important at that time.
It can be a very expensive hobby, and it can be very frustrating when you blow a shot, but the bottom line is I really enjoy taking pictures. It's good for the soul.
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