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I Bought an RV!

A short while I ago, as an aside, I mentioned that I might be buying an RV to live in. It seemed like a good idea, so every day I checked ebay to see what sorts of deals were to be had. I wasn't ready to buy, but I figured it would be good to know what's available for when the condo sold.

I sat in my living room chatting with some friends on AIM when one of them brought up the RV idea. While I explained it to them I opened up ebay. By default it shows the most recently listed RVs on top. The very top one was an R-Vision Trail Lite, one of the few models I'd really liked. I glanced over at the price and it was $14,000, less than half of what they usually go for. There must be something wrong with it.

I opened the listing and read through the description. The front "shotgun" seat was missing. No big deal. They'd backed into something and the fiberglass around the tail light was cracked. No big deal. The couch wasn't the one specifically made for the RV. No big deal.

Mission 5, Part 2: We Now Return to Our Regularly Scheduled Program

On The Delightful Starfish

I continue learning to use the manual settings on my camera. I spent 10 minutes each day this week completely focused on nothing but photography. Often more than 10 minutes. I also turned my thoughts back to childhood, remembering all the times I spent watching my Dad use his camera and darkroom. I felt this might inspire me and offer my childlike fears some comfort, as you suggested, Leo.

As I've said, my father was a photographer for the United States Navy for over 20 years. After he retired from the Navy, I put all of his old black and white negatives in a storage box and placed them in the attic. That was 30 years ago. About five years ago, I pulled the box down from the attic.

Since that time, I have procrastinated sorting them all out because I knew it would require one or two full days of tedious work. This week, I finally sorted them. I spent all day Tuesday viewing the negatives over a light box and sorting them. It was like opening a time capsule.

Many of the negatives were official Navy photos such as ceremonial portraits and guided missile computer systems. Dad was also required to photograph tragedies like suicides and over-doses. I found several of those. An entire set was from the time he spent in photo school. I noticed that my father had a wonderful, artistic eye. Dad's work inspires me and helps subside my fears. He, too, had his time of fear and learning.

There were also tons of photos of me and my brother, as children. I’ve included one of those in this journal entry, below. This work helped get me in the mindset of comforting my childlike fears.

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