SECOND PHASE AS A PHOTOGRAPHER




I had returned to college, this time to accomplish my original goal....formulated ten years before.......i had been accepted by Brooks, but was unable to attend, due to illness......so i went to Vanderbilt, reluctantly accepted a degree in English Poetry, then floundered around for a few years......eventually abandoning the second attempt at Photography School....now..... almost 40 years later........it's on my mind again.......

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