At the start, I was surprisingly optimistic. It had been a hard month, a hard year really, with graduate school and two jobs leaving no time for my daughter, and this sounded like just the thing to make it up, to make it right. I called in sick to work.
One Saturday afternoon I took the family to the lake, where my 9-year-old daughter found a baby bird abandoned on the rocks. She's helpless around anything that needs tending, that kid, which is why I didn't bother objecting when she cradled the downy body in her hands and immediately headed
How photography helped me recover from depression
Early last year I bought a new camera. I'd been a casual shutterbug at various times before, but always wound up quitting within a few weeks or months. This time, though, was different. This time, the perfectionism and anxiousness and preordained sense of defeat that clung to every previous snap