Photography
I fondly
remember the first serious camera I ever owned. I was in
high school and thought it would be fun to be a yearbook
photographer. Rather than use my
Dad's Bell & Howell "Electric
Eye 127", or his seemingly archaic
1950's Kodak "Pony 135
Model C",
I asked him if I could have a fancy 35mm single-lens-reflex (SLR)
camera: "Sure!", he replied, "All's you have to do is earn enough money
to buy it." After a prolonged period of doing the chores of grateful
neighbors for money, my Dad and I walked into a local Lechmere Sales
where I bought a Fujica
ST-701 SLR: A camera that persevered
through several yearbooks, numerous vacations, dropping into a lake,
and
the loss of the America's Cup. I eventually outgrew the camera,
selling it and all it's accessories at a tag sale to a young family
looking for their first "true camera"; however, I never outgrew the
lesson my
Dad taught me: To really appreciate something (or someone) you've got to work for
it.
Although I enjoy photographing sports, candids, and landscapes (ie: "postcard" shots), most of the galleries right now involve the Boston Red Sox: I've been a big Sox fan for many years, and have been blessed wth sitting in some fantastic seats during my visits to Fenway Park. I plan to add some photos from my "film days" as I dig them out and scan them in. Not too many, just a few of my better photos.
Although I enjoy photographing sports, candids, and landscapes (ie: "postcard" shots), most of the galleries right now involve the Boston Red Sox: I've been a big Sox fan for many years, and have been blessed wth sitting in some fantastic seats during my visits to Fenway Park. I plan to add some photos from my "film days" as I dig them out and scan them in. Not too many, just a few of my better photos.