Growing up in Tennessee as a child, I fondly remember the pungent smell of chemicals in my father's darkroom and how almost magically, an image would appear on the photo paper as it bathed in the developer tray under the crimson glow of the safelight.

Early on, my grandfather's National Geographic collection taught me the power that a photograph was capable of. I got my first camera, a Kodak Instamatic, and never looked back.

...and I still subscribe to National Geographic.