My first camera was a Brownie pinhole and I got it when I was ten. My parents drove to Palm Springs and on the way we stopped at an overlook. I saw the pattern of the smooth black road winding down the mountain, dipping, curving, disappearing, and reappearing amidst the rugged desert landscape. It looked cool. It was more than a road. I took my first picture. I still have it. Since then I have had a decades-long intense relationship with photography.