My love of photography started when I was a little girl, this is the man I have to thank for that, my Father. For as long as I can remember my Father would have lightmeters (yes pleural) cameras and other gadgets draped around his neck whenever we went anywhere or did anything they were as much a part of him as the way he combed his hair, or dressed.
He was a gentle man, an intelligent man, a kind man, a humble man. He was also very funny! He was a science teacher by trade, physics, chemistry, general science and he had a way of communicating that made everything easy to understand. He had no idea how wonderful his photos were, he had no idea what he was teaching his daughter about vision and life, for him it was just a hobby.
My first memories of going into the dark room and learning the whole developing process were probably when I was 5. He didn't use the safe lights, it was all in the dark. I remember learning the magic of taking that very special film out of the can, feeling and fumbling in the darkness, knowing my Dad was close by to help if needed, guiding words from the dark explaining everything I should do, getting it into the little container and sealing it up. The film developing, the pungent smell of the chemicals, the excitement of waiting to open the container and looking at the film. The timers dinging, Oh the thrill! Then exposing the images, placing the paper in the chemicals and there they were pictures! These were truly magical memories to me, and instilled in me a life seen in snapshots and images.
He was a gentle man, an intelligent man, a kind man, a humble man. He was also very funny! He was a science teacher by trade, physics, chemistry, general science and he had a way of communicating that made everything easy to understand. He had no idea how wonderful his photos were, he had no idea what he was teaching his daughter about vision and life, for him it was just a hobby.
My first memories of going into the dark room and learning the whole developing process were probably when I was 5. He didn't use the safe lights, it was all in the dark. I remember learning the magic of taking that very special film out of the can, feeling and fumbling in the darkness, knowing my Dad was close by to help if needed, guiding words from the dark explaining everything I should do, getting it into the little container and sealing it up. The film developing, the pungent smell of the chemicals, the excitement of waiting to open the container and looking at the film. The timers dinging, Oh the thrill! Then exposing the images, placing the paper in the chemicals and there they were pictures! These were truly magical memories to me, and instilled in me a life seen in snapshots and images.
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