When it comes to my childhood my memory isn’t great, but one thing that stays with me is the memory of my first photograph. Now that photograph itself was by no means any work of art. I was just little at the time and my mothers camera was sitting on the kitchen table. I wasn’t allowed to touch the camera, being a special expensive piece of equipment, but I really wanted to, I just had to. Without moving the camera, I climbed onto one of the kitchen chairs, got on my knees, peeped through the viewfinder and pressed down on the shutter. Then I heard it…that magical duel clicking noise followed by the cranking of the tiny leaver to advance the film. Now came the anticipation of just what would appear on my image. I had to wait, and wait a long time. The rest of the film needed to be used up, then the tiny film canister needed to be dropped off in town for processing. I can’t remember just how long the whole process took…days…weeks…months? But I do remember how I felt when I saw that image for the first time, that poorly lit, non composed image of […]
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