moment in an eggshell

I remember the pride I brought to my first photography class. Film cameras? Black and white? What was a world without color, the one thing I loved without reason? In the end, the people who were real graphic artists, with a talent for communication and finding life went to art school, and I never saw the world the same way ever again.

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