My Swinger Years
I’m a third-generation artist, and for an artist a camera is an indispensable tool. I purchased my first camera in high school―a Polaroid Swinger manufactured in the late ‘60s. It sold for $19.95.
The Swinger developed black and white photos on the spot and featured a display window that read YES when the exposure was set correctly and NO when it was not. Cutting edge, don’t you think?
Advancing Into The Dark Ages
My introduction into serious photography was in college. Photography 101 was a required freshman course at the Atlanta School of Art. It was time to leave my Swinger days behind and advance into the Dark Ages. Sporting a 120mm, Yashica D box camera, I learned the process of developing film and how to print 8×10 black and white glossies in a studio darkroom. Move over, Ansel.
My Years of Digital Bliss
I’m not sure how many cameras I’ve owned since college, but I know I’ve driven my family senseless through the years snapping photographs. A generation later, they’re beginning to appreciate their well-documented lives but they still moan when asked to “cheese it up” for the camera.
A wise person once said, “The best camera is the one you have with you.” So several years ago, I laid down my cumbersome equipment and picked up an iPhone. I no longer miss those spontaneous Hallmark moments.
The ability to capture images of ordinary objects, serendipitous moments, and situations that birth story in viewer’s hearts and inspire them to find beauty in the commonplace is what excites me.
Hallmarks of my images are a crystal-clear focus, distinct detail, vibrant color, the juxtaposition of light and shadow, and the repetition of textures, lines, and shapes.
We’ve come a long way, Baby!
A phrase from the Nicholas Sparks’ movie, Safe Haven, resonates in my spirit. “Take plenty of pictures. You’ll only regret the ones you didn’t take.” Aha! My thoughts, exactly. Finally, justification for my guilty pleasure.
No regrets here!