One night I picked up my Sony Cybershot and took some fun pics of my three-year-old and her five-month-old sister. The shots weren't half bad. I did it again a few nights later.
Suddenly, I had an addiction.
The Cybershot was my gateway drug to the Canon EOS Rebel XT. Now, I have portrait lighting equipment, a tripod and a remote. I have a fabulous lens my parents bought me for Christmas that allows me to zoom about halfway down my street with amazing detail. I'm looking at new cameras and trying to decide which one. I can't make it through the day without picking up the camera and documenting every breath my kids take.
I have a problem. A deliciously mind-consuming, fabulously beautiful problem. A problem that is really something I wish I could get paid to do. Who wouldn't want to get paid to take pics of their kids and flowers and clouds and whatever other fancy strikes at any given moment?
I have a problem for which I hope no rehab exists. I love my addiction. Hopefully, my work will continue to improve and this hobby of mine will become a lifelong love.