The story of how I got into photography is so common to all of us, it’s almost clichè, and involves a neighbor’s yard sale and an old beater Nikon. Well, before that, actually. Our family never developed film, so bags of 110 cartridges and discarded flash cubes replaced Lincoln Logs and were set material for GI Joe action sequences. But that probably doesn’t have anything to do with my love of  photography. It must’ve been that garage sale after all.