Some Disjointed Photographic Events

Posted by Marc on July 20, 2007. Categories: The Photographer About The Artist/Author
When I was eight years old, my dad set me up on his studio workbench, gave me acrylic paints and a piece of glass to paint on. I painted a stylized monster truck.


When I was twelve, my grandmother took my mother, brother and me on a Mexican tour. We visited pyramids and beaches. On that trip, I learned to operate a manual Nikkormat SLR camera.


When I was sixteen, my grandmother died. I inherited her Olympus OM-1 SLR. From that point forward, I took it everywhere. My pictures were not very good. I was snapping photographs. I was operating the light meter. I paid no attention to artistic qualities of a photo.


After I got out of the Army, I worked at a One Hour MotoPhoto. I wore one white glove. I learned to read the density of negatives and to make color corrections.


In college, my close friend Tin took artistic nude photographs. We were all so jealous.


When I graduated from College, I got a Nikon 6006 automatic SLR. The first weekend I got it, I didn't read the manual. I expected the 'A' setting to mean 'automatic.' My pictures were not very good that weekend.


I got a rinky-dink digital camera. Suddenly, experimentation was cheap. I never touched my beautiful Nikon 6006 again.


Using that rinky-dink camera, I made some panoramic images. I found that wide aspect ratios allowed my artistic vision of the wilderness to be captured on paper. Here is what I wrote at the time.
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