One of my very first memories about photography did not, as might be assumed, involve me as the photographer.

When I was maybe 8 years old, on a hike with my family, my mother wanted to take a picture of me seated on a log with a bouquet of wildflowers that I had picked. Of course, like all moms she said, "Look at me and smile!"

But I didn't want any of that, and I responded that I wanted her to take the picture while I had my face buried in the flowers, "smelling" them. Being that my mom was, at times, a cool mom, she did what I wanted even though inside she was probably grumbling the whole time.

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