“Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second.”
– Marc Riboud
My love of photography began when I read The Eye of Eisenstaedt. Shortly after that, my aunts Margaret, Julia, and Evelyn gave me a Kodak Instamatic camera for Christmas. When Bobby Kennedy came to Northwest Indiana in 1968, I took his picture with that camera, which I still have.
In 1971, I was carrying my camera when I joined fellow Lew Wallace High School students walking out to protest a teachers’ strike that would have kept seniors from graduating. The Glen Park Herald bought my pictures, beginning a life of adventures including covering the World Series, service as a Navy officer, and time in Russia, Ireland, the American West, and Paris.
After working with Kodachrome for years, in 2005, I brought a roll of Tri-X film on a trip to Wisconsin to photograph an irruption of great grey owls. The resulting images brought me back to my roots in black and white.
Photography is about using light to preserve and share life’s most cherished moments. To express my vision, I continue to rely on the tonal range of black and white film that I print on gelatin silver paper in my traditional wet darkroom.
Thank you Alfred Eisenstaedt, Elmer Budlove, David Kennerly, Bill Allard, Elliott Erwitt, Marc Riboud, and Kent Reno for your inspiration. Thanks, Dewitt Jones for teaching me to celebrate what’s right with the world, and Dennis Stock for your kindness to Lucky.
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“Breathe Paris in. It nourishes the soul.” - Victor Hugo
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“There’s nothing finer than putting a piece of paper in chemical and seeing an image come up. That’s magic. They used to burn people at the stake for that.” - Stanley Greene