|LG Bigelow, studio portrait 1871.|
My dad bought me my first 'real' camera, a Nikon FM, when I was 20. I've been making pictures ever since. My first husband was/is a photographer. My daughter is quite a good photographer. My husband now, is an excellent photographer. Gee, I think there might be a theme here.
Today I had the great pleasure of loaning a young man one of my older digital cameras. He has been our dog sitter for the past year, has just graduated college and is trying to figure out what to do -- he has so many options, actually, and that's part of the problem. He loves all the photos hanging on our walls, and expressed that he would love to learn the art. So I set him up with camera and sundry equipment. He came over today and we went through the camera operations. We stepped out into the bright sunlight and he took some shots. Light. Shadow. Close up. Far away. Back inside, sipping our water, he reviewed them and had a couple of very sharp insights as to what he could do with a camera.
He's searching for his voice. I think the camera will be an excellent vehicle for him. I suggested he go sit in Central Park and observe people. Make some pictures. Walk around town. Take the camera everywhere, not just out in order to make pictures. Pictures are all around us every day. If you leave the camera at home, you've missed opportunities.
By the time he hopped on his bicycle to ride back to campus, I was feeling like quite the proud mama, sending my boy out into the grand world of photography. I look forward to working with him, being his sounding board. His excitement is palpable. What fun!
Making serious photographs has been a constant in my life for 38 years. Few activities can match the pleasure of photography. I love that I am one in a line of artists in my family. I'm carrying on what my ancestor started 150 years ago. Thank you, Lyman, for kickin' it off in grand style.