After a quarter century, I have returned to the hallowed halls of higher education. For sometime I debated whether I possess the required fortitude. Despite praise and prompting from my loving and complimenting other, I continued to procrastinate. This Christmas may prove to be the most significant in my developing career as a photographer. I unwrapped last, the smallest of my gifts. A completed enrollment form for a college course for photography. You had the faith I lacked to leap, Thank you Angela for the push. I love you!
I was so excited, but there was a little anxiety, and it grew marginally as I drove closer to the college. But as I walked from the dark parking lot toward the lighted doors of the school, the nervousness faded. And as it faded a pride grew. I strode through the corridors with zeal and found room 110 easily. I opened the door without apprehension and entered the empty room. The neatly ordered rows of desks, the black boards the lectern. I am very happy. And for the first time in my amazing life, I claimed the front desk without the insistance of the teacher.
gregory f osborne
About Me
- Gregory Osborne
- My earliest memory is when I was about four. I was crouched beside my dads 1955 Pontiac, my younger sister standing beside me. We were both giggling at the hissing sound as I released the air from the front, passenger side tire. As the tire went completely flat, I turned to see my sister come out of the house with my smiling father in tow. Needless to say his smile faded every bit as quickly as my laughter. I dont remember him changing the tire, as I spent the rest of that day in my bedroom, and I DONT remember sitting down. Sitting around my kindergarten teacher for reading time, I always sat facing the windows. Almost everyday , while she read, an old frieght train would trundle past. I dont recall any of the stories, but I do remember day dreaming about being a conductor sitting in the red caboose. Sitting beside our Christmas tree, years later, I unwrapped the last of my presents. A camera, a film, and flash cubes. And I remember how happy I was.
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You write very well.
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