My good friend Suzanne has requested a blog about photography and I am only too happy to oblige. To fully understand how much photography has been part of my life you have to realize that I was born one month before my Dad opened his graphic arts company in 1954. While my classmates were learning the letter F, I was more concerned with F-stops. I thought redlight darkrooms were a great place to hide and carbon arc lights were scary. Nobody I knew, ever got to play with razor blades, Exacto knives and scissors but my Dad expected me to use them all properly. I learned words like contrast, focal point, cropping and greyscale in grade school and I still think in those terms.
Unfortunately, none of my training really had anything to do with 35mm photography and I didn’t get into that until my senior year of college. My folks gave me a Nikkormat EL for my 22nd birthday and an early graduation present. My camera and I became inseparable partners immediately and I never went anywhere without it, except the restroom. In those days, Kodachrome was the gold standard for slide film and I bought rolls by the carton. I only had one lens, a 35mm Nikkor, which was roughly the equivalent to normal field of view but that didn’t stop me. If my lens wasn’t suited to the shot, I just hiked that much closer. I spent hours scrambling over and around obstacles trying my best to emulate Ansel Adams.
In 1976, after graduation, I relocated to New York City and my camera became my best friend, as I had few others. In my free time away from my job I went looking for anything worth shooting. The big city was full of art and architecture and I made full use of its variety. It was a little more difficult to find my favorite subject, nature it all its wonder, because I had to travel farther away from the city. Long Island had some pretty locations and the ocean was great for a kid from Kansas, but upstate New York was just what I needed. I hiked in the Catskills and along the Hudson River and found shots that were every bit as wonderful as I had left behind in the Flint Hills of Kansas.
When you’re far away from home and feeling lonely, a camera sure helps start conversations, especially with women. Every time one of them asked, “Nice camera, are you a photographer?” I lied and said, “Yes, I am. Can I take your picture?” Almost every girl I dated in my year and a half away from home started out with that simple question. I wasn’t really lying, I had a camera and film and I knew how to push the button but in my heart I knew I was stretching the truth just a little. Funny though, they never seemed to care about my camera skills. I guess for most girls, nice blue eyes can make up for lack of expertise more often than not.
The thing I have always loved about photography is the ability to tell stories without words. When I bring that viewfinder to my eye, I’m thinking about what this shot is telling me and then I focus on what is most important about the shot that tells the story. Framing a shot seems to come naturally to me or maybe it’s just all those other great shots I saw in my Dad’s shop that influenced my style. I can’t really describe exactly what it takes to make a great photograph but I always know one when I see it. Here’s a few of my favorites that will give you the best example of how I work with my camera.
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