I began with a cheap Instamatic camera and the kind of snapshots you’d expect from a seven year old: blurry, bad composition, and often with parts of the subject cut off, mostly pictures of family, friends, or pets. When it became clear that I was starting to move beyond that, thinking about how to compose a photo for best effect, my maternal grandmother let me try out her 35mm camera. She gave me the barest of bare-bones instruction on focusing, f-stops, and other basics in working the camera, provided me a few rolls of film, and then let me figure it out for myself from there. It was one of the very few bonding moments we had, and I’ll always be grateful that she let her preteen granddaughter mess around with her expensive camera. I’ve had a love of photography ever since.