One of my first memories of photography was when I was four or five and my parents gave me a red 35mm Kodak camera. It was a simple point-and-shoot but it was mine. It came in cool clear dome packaging and I couldn’t wait to start taking photos. A few years later, I was given a pinhole photography kit. My Dad and I put together a black cardboard cube and poked a hole in it with a pin. We put the unexposed square of photo paper in the back and covered the tiny hole with some tape. We  ...