Found in a box
I’ve had this book since 1987. I have dragged it with me through college, graduate school, 7 homes, countless jobs, 4 pets, a marriage and a divorce. It is worn. Pages are trashed. There is something crusty on it. But I love it. It reminds me of the smell of film. The darkroom at my parents’ house. My high school photography class.
Sibs circa 1978
My family has 100s of paper photographs deteriorating in old albums and boxes scattered around my childhood home. My mother has the intention of sorting and scanning them, ultimately to provide my sibs and I with a CD. She won’t get to it and I don’t have a disc reading device anyway. I preserved this one with a tap of my iPhone. It’s that simple.
“Your first ten thousand photographs are your worst.”
– Henri Cartier-Bresson
“My own eyes are no more than scouts on a preliminary search, for the camera’s eye may entirely change my idea.” – Edward Weston
Edward Weston is on of my favorite photographers. Check out his work.