The title of this post reminds me of a song with the same title by Roger Waters in his album Amused to Death. Getting back to my brother. When he was in college, he met a photographer duo at the wedding of my uncle. The brothers had a studio that they used to run with their father. My brother learned photography there. He used to go there everyday and work in the dark room. I mentioned a few days ago that maybe my brother had that hobby at the wrong time but now when I think about it, I feel he was at the right place at the right time. The three photographers with whom he worked knew well about photography. If I want to do something like this and go to a studio, I am most likely to run into someone who can just about manage to take passport size photos with a point and shoot digital camera and print it out for you.