My father let me use his Leica. I broke it, because I didn't know about three-ply threads when I was nine. It was repaired, and I continued to use it. He taught me the basics, and I learned "Sunny 16" from the film boxes. My mother taught me a little about composition (according to her, Dorothy Norman was a buddy). I took a useful class about 1964, which resulted in my first published photo. We had a darkroom for the class, which resulted in my almost achieving mediocrity as a printer. I was lucky in that after college I had access to an amazing collection of books at the local library.