After my daughter Victoria passed away things were very much touch and go. I experienced a traumatic series of events that haunt to this day. This has gotten better from learned tools to deflect the harrowing flashbacks. I truly did not know if I could go on with life. At that time I needed an outlet and I dipped my toe into photography using a Nikon D40. The need was clear – I remember driving home from Providence and my overburdened mind went into semi-consciousness. When my senses returned and without knowing how, I found myself crossing the Braga Bridge ten miles past my exit. Photography helped me through this mental quagmire. My friend Alayne was kind enough to offer me a camera collecting dust in her closet. I opened the bag and lo and hehold,, it was a D40 (the X version with 4 more megapixels). I will shoot it the rest of this week as a means of thanks to this simple little box that was of help in a time of need.
Since the time of the D40 cameras like the rest of technology have taken quantum leaps. I have learned that technology is not the means to making an image that reflects the soul. This comes from the soul itself.
