My Early Explorations in Photography

At an early age I was introduced to photography by my father. I can remember sitting (crawling around really) in the darkness of our spare bathroom where dad would work for hours making “color enlargements.” He also gifted me my first camera, a Nikon F something. I’d walk around pointing that thing everywhere, If only he’d given me film (oh the images I’d of made). I attribute these early days of exploring through the lens of an unloaded camera, with my eye for composition—I swear I see in squares and rectangles. Dad eventually reclaimed my Nikon, selling it for needed cash, and replacing it with my grandfather’s less contemporary Agfa Isolette, an inexpensive post-war German folding medium format camera built around 1954. I mention this because it was through this camera that I began to explore the qualities of photography that I am most drawn too.

I recall some of the first images I made with this new found tool. I’d point the camera at the moon and, without advancing the film, make a series of exposures, resulting in a negative filled with many moons.

What were some of your early explorations like with photography—any form of art actually?

2 Responses to “My Early Explorations in Photography”

  1. I had a little Brownie box camera and would take pictures with your Dad in Yosemite at the Awahnee Hotel . I still have some square pictures of my brother all bundled up in the snow and one of a snow woman I made. That’s was way before women’s lib !

  2. Ah, the square format. Carla, I would love to see what you can do with those images now, considering your incredible aptitude for the arts.

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