my Dad circa 1960.
I have a fancy camera. I got it about 15 years ago when a company I was doing a licensing project with needed better photos. I went to B&H and talked with a salesman about what I needed. The camera he recommened cost about 3x what I had intended to spend. He said the camera I was considering would only be a small step up from what I had and wouldn't give me the quality needed. His pick, he insisted would . I called my dad for emotional support. I explained the situation, was this crazy? Should I get this camera? My father who loved photography and the associated equipment was delighted. Yes, he encouraged. I was an adult, a professional, it was important to invest in myself and my career, yes, I should get this camera. I bought it. Riding home with it in a bag on my back I felt nauseus. It was most expensive thing I had ever bought. It turned out to be a good investment. The photos have been used for many projects. and almost every morning when I photograph my work from the day before I think of him excitiedly encouringing me and feel the love.