My first piece of advice came from a local photographer I sought out after realizing my love for the craft. Each evening he'd open the doors of his gallery downtown around dusk just as the sun grew long and illuminated The Alley with an orange glow. I always saw him working behind his desk or talking to one of his many visitors but this night he was lighting a candle. I entered.
He was a soft spoken white haired man with distraction in his eyes and age in his words. He toured me around the images of his wife, daughter and granddaughter as I shared my newly acquired addiction. This was the closest thing to a hero I had come across providing me a treasure map but no compass; just a general direction as I was exiting.
"You can say no."