The year was 1983.
A Private First Class in the United States Army was stationed in Korea for 13 months. While overseas, the soldier saved his salary for three months – akin to a king’s ransom – and for what felt like an eternity.
He was saving to purchase a gift for a friend back home.
The gift was a camera – a Canon AE-1, the best of its kind at the time.
The friend back home was a girl.
That girl was me.
To this day, I credit my sheer love of photography to my one and only soldier.
My Sexy Hubby.
In the spring of 1986, I was hired with Trans World Airlines and made my way to New York City – my domicile, and new home.
Initially, until I could find an apartment, I stayed at the local hotel just outside JFK Airport in Queens, not exactly the Ritz-Carlton. TWA’s main hub – Hanger 12 – was nearby, and while over there gathering details for my first work-flight, the Canon disappeared from the not-so-secret hiding place in my hotel room.
As a flight attendant, I never clicked a single frame with that Canon. It did not capture Big Ben, the Eiffel Tower, Lady Liberty or the Colosseum in Rome. Nothing.
Less than a month ago, Sexy Hubby bought a new camera – another Canon, this time the Rebel T1.
He bought it for his wife.
Once again, I am photography heaven!
And I pledge not to leave the Rebel alone and unsupervised in any hotel room, ever! Sexy Hubby often wonders if the first Canon was “pawned” in a New York minute.
It may have been – but not by the likes of me.
With lovely fall weather in southwest Montana, I was able to get out and explore recently with the Rebel. With a new camera, and some photo editing software, I am having more fun than should be legally allowed.
Take a look.