I’ve always been a little bit drawn to cameras — there are old photographs, taken by my father, that show a toddler me reaching for a camera on a tripod. I didn’t want to be in front of it so much as I wanted to control it; I was curious as to what the contraption was capable of.
Later on in life, as in 2005 (second semester of my freshman year in high school), I had the opportunity to learn old style black & white film photography, darkroom and all. I had been obsessed with digital cameras for a few years; they seemed like the next vital technology my family should hop on as quickly as possible — you know, somewhere among the DVDs, CD Writers, and Minidiscs, all of which I was quick to hop onto, ignoring that these technologies cost was mostly based on novelty and not advances in media quality. My high school’s Art Photo class forced me to go backward and explore the way photography had been done for a century. Continue reading