A Brownie camera provided a sense of wonder when I was eight. Its prints revealed some distances, otherwise impossible to see clearly with my then uncorrected vision. Over the years, I continued to dabble in analog photography, thanks to my Dad's hand-me-down cameras and my uncle José Antonio's introduction to dark-room processes. I even rolled bulk film into canisters of 36-35mm exposures. Fast forward two decades. Health issues led me to dust-off my past-time and gain certification in still photography. My preference for documentary and fine arts eventually led to a series of impressions and abstracts from PowWows, later exhibited in a few small galleries and specialty museums. Today, a cellphone camera brings immediacy to the capture of subjects. But composition through the lens of my full-frame DSLR remains my zen, as does the processing of results.