When I was trying to discover what I wanted to be in my teens, I thought I wanted to be an artist and photographer. I spent my first and only year of college as an Applied Art and Design Major.

The term starving artist exists for a reason. And I was scared to move ahead because of that and the fact I saw more talent around me and wondered if I could compete over the long run. I was used to having money having worked a lot of my youth. But not in the art field.

I was worried about making a living. Having funds to go out, keeping my car running and fueled, keeping my own engine fueled. So, when offered a position as a cameraman in the engraving department in a publishing operation I jumped at it.

It was an easy out of my initial dream and I didn’t look back till a few years before retirement. I discovered I still had that desire. But this time the pressure is off. I can pursue those interests without the financial pressure of having to support a family.

I still do things on a shoestring budget. I ask for printer paper for birthdays and Xmas. I stretch life out of every computer and camera I use. I pick up a pad of drawing paper and paint when I can. I make old scraps of wood come alive.

At one time before I retired, I thought I might make a business out of my arts and photography. But I discovered I don’t do this for money. I do it because I like it. I’d rather give something I’ve created as a gift than earn a dollar from a stranger. Not that I won’t give a gift to a stranger.