A selection of photos I took during the wonder years.
My father told me to never become a professional photographer. He attributed his career in photography to nothing other than “luck”.
The irony is that I must have been the luckiest kid alive. With Nikon cameras around the home, a supply of free film and photographic paper, and access to a darkroom.
I mostly recall my father talking about things I didn’t understand, like depth of field, composition and film speed. He was an impatient teacher, but I’ll never forget staring at his hands as he spoke. Those hands just looked like they belonged wrapped around a giant SLR camera. I was in awe of his hands.
A gift in and of itself the subject of photography, between father and son, still remains today.
