Nov 13 2005
Age 7
Some people smile when I say I wanted to become a photographer at age 7, but here is a photograph from the album of my mother. Underneath it she scribbled for me: I want to become a photographer and this is my first camera.
It’s a pity we can not see the camera, but I remember it well. It was a plastic Russian camera. The first time I accidentally left it on the dashboard of our Volkswagen Kefer when stopping for some drinks and cake, the thing had melted under the heat of the sun.
