Through a Lens Brightly

I used to love taking pictures.

Oh, I didn't harbor any illusions that I was a photographer. But ages ago, back in college, I carried a camera with me wherever I went. At first it was a little point and shoot digicam. It had no zoom and image noise under low light, but I found myself a little bit in love with capturing the way the world looked, and the way the world looked to me.

But then my camera broke. I couldn't afford a real camera back in those days–but I could afford a Holga. Holgas...