Stationed in Germany at the close of WWII my dad had a choice with what to do in his spare time, get drunk or take up a hobby. He chose the more constructive of the two and took up what became a life-long love of photography. During the 1940’s in her high school years my mom received a scholarship to a prestigious art school in Chicago that  started what would turn into a life long passion for painting. I suppose it was destiny that the love of art and drawing I got from my mom would one day merge with the interest in photography I got from my dad.

     The learning process first started to get serious as yearbook photographer in Junior High School, later when I set up my own dark room at home I realized it was going to be my artistic passion. I had a thirty-year career in the graphics/printing field, twenty of which were spent digitizing the work of world class artists and photographers, this served to feed my imagination and train my eye greatly influencing every aspect of my photography. As film faded out and digital photography matured my digital imaging background made it easy to transition into this almost limitless new world both photographically as well as in digital retouching and photo compositing.

     It has been a long time since my position as year book photographer, I have heard that shutter click more times than I can possibly count yet even after all these years I am still fascinated by the whole reality of capturing a split second in time and preserving it. I marvel at the ability to photograph something, anything, and then transform it into imagery that had only existed in my imagination, ultimately being able to transfer that image onto a substrate and present it to the world. I suppose in some ways I am still like a 10 year old boy just beginning to explore the magic of light, shadow, color, texture, beauty and emotion as seen and captured through a camera lens. There are times when I must stop in my tracks because something has caught my eye, maybe the sun burning through fog and reflecting on a pool of water, maybe the texture of the foam edge of an ocean wave on the beach as it hesitates for a second and then retreats, possibly the empty stare of an elderly woman sitting on a bench in a country and culture foreign to me.  One thing I am certain of, if the time comes when I loose my sense of wonder and passion for my art it will be the time to pack away the camera because for me that is the soul of my photography, the soul of my art.



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