I have my father to thank for my lifelong interest in photography. My dad was not so much a photographer (although he had a talent he rarely made use of) as he was a gadget-hound. Dad always had to have the newest and best of any technology, whether it was cameras, hi-fis, video equipment or cars. When I was 17, he passed his entire Nikon FE camera kit to me and I still use … [Read more...]

My earliest memory of photography was watching my grandpa shooting landscapes somewhere around San Simeon when I was 6 in 1996. Another early photography memory that sticks out was at home, when lived in Los Angeles. I took my parent's Minolta SLR up into the hills above where I lived one day. I remember coming home with it in covered in dust. I'm sure I had no idea how to … [Read more...]

The first time I took a picture was on a first grade trip to a northern settlement in Canada called Fort Chipewan. My parents equipped me with a small camera and a roll of film and couldn't wait to see what I'd come back with. I am sure I surprised them when I took an entire roll of film of just the clouds out of the plane window, some of which were the same clouds. I … [Read more...]

I would be lying if I said that I had many memories of my Father who passed away when I was seven. But I do have his Canon 35mm slr, his Cine camera and the old red leather albums that he that he stored in the “good unit” in the living room, third door along. I have always been labelled the “arty” one of the family but the only common thread through the generations that my … [Read more...]