Capturing the world as I see it
Somewhere around 2006, while looking through a photo album that once belonged to my grandmother, I realized no one was filling photo albums for the family like the one I held in my hands. No one was recording the moments of our lives in photos. In a sense, our history was being lost. I was also...
My parents had a strange assortment of cameras including a Poloroid OneStep, a Kodak Ektralite, a circa 1960’s Agfa 35mm Rangefinder, and a 1970s vintage Yashica 35mm SLR. I played with all of them every chance I got, probably destroying or wasting fifty or more dollars of film throughout my childhood. But when I was...