For too many years, I’ve wanted to learn photography, but always believed that I had tomorrow. Well, two pulmonary embolisms forced me to realize that sometimes, tomorrow never comes, and that there is only today. These days, I am learning–very slowly, but learning nonetheless. I read books, ask my photographer son-in-law questions, and just shoot, shoot, shoot. Most of my attempts are horrible, but some, although certainly not worthy of a professional or even an advanced beginner, motivate me to keep on trying. Isn’t this the point anyway?