Apologies to Carl Sandburg. Nonetheless, I feel his inspiration.
Watching the planes land at SFO, for just a brief moment, before charging off again.
There are few things that give me greater satisfaction than taking a photo that could be a picture of another time.
This B-17G on the tarmac at the old Oxnard Air Force Base is a superb example. Could be 1942, could be 2015…
Sydney Opera House
I was on something of a junket, getting an orientation on Motorola’s business at the Haworth offices in Sydney. There for five days, the briefings managed to fill about a day and a half. As a result, I spent a lot of time buying and playing with my first SLR camera (the Canon Digital Rebel XT) and getting sick from some virulent antipodean spores growing in my top-floor hotel room at the Holiday Inn Darling Harbour.
It was supposed to be a great week on my own, the trip a mini-reward for turning our little business into a going concern. It turned out to be a nightmare, and the last time I would go to Australia for over a decade despite having once considering becoming an Aussie myself.
Anyway, this photo is one of the best pictures I have ever taken. Sheer luck: the light was right, the composition superb, and the subjects interesting. It is one of the very few pieces of extant evidence that somewhere deep inside of me there is a mediocre photographer.
A Kodak Instamatic 100.
Owned it for eight years. Loved it to death. Mourned its loss (at Camp Hess Kramer, near the Volleyball courts, August 1978.)
I envy kids today, able to learn photography by shooting hundreds of photos at no cost. I cannot remember how much money and time it cost me to pay for developing and printing my first several dozen goofs.