I bought a camera, a Cool Pix . In the early 70's I was really into photography, self taught at developing. Before I was a police dispatcher I began taking accident /fire photos for the local paper.It was all going well until a horrible day. It was Mother's Day. I think 1976.Anyone who worked in any Sandy Dept. that day remembers the Mother's Day Electrocutions.There were so many calls it overwhelmed the 911 system. 2 friends were attempting to put up an antenna for a CB in their apartment. There were wires overhead and they made contact. Both men were electrocuted and literally impaled by the pole into the ground. It was beyond horrific..the wives and children were there and being on a main street people were grabbing their CB's as well as phones and calling 911. No one was able to disconnect the men from the voltage. I didn't have my pager so someone else took the pictures but that night, for hours, I helped another officer develop them up at the fire dept. All these years later, it takes but a second to remember every detail. Shortly after, I told the departments I would not be taking pictures anymore. The whole feel of photography buried itself inside me.
But recently my need to write is growing stronger. Two things help me. One is music and the other is pictures...from magazines, calenders, old photos, book covers, etc. I was just beginning to take my own pictures for inspiration when this happened. I gave away my camera.
Well, I have a new one I must bond with. My last camera was ancient. I hope to start again and write along with it. This is a big step for me. Thanks for letting me share this part of my life.