Some time ago, my then ten year old daughter needed a headshot to hang in the lobby of a theater where she had been cast in a play. Being an actor myself, I claimed that I could take them for her, a claim that was met with immediate, and quite honestly, justified skepticism. Bluffing and cajoling my way around her objections, I finally won her trust. Borrowing my architect brother's Nikon and after a quick tutorial on which buttons to push, we drove around Santa Monica and took some shots. Much to our mutual surprise, we got some really great stuff. And, man, we had a blast doing it. Before long, I was taking pictures of her friends, my friends, our friend’s friends, practicing with the camera, learning about light, shadow, composition, and falling in love with the art of photography. Years later, much to my joy and amazement, I find myself a professional photographer.