I was 10 years old in 1972 when I received my first camera -- a Polaroid. My father said he chose the Polaroid so I could immediately see what I was photographing, which in turn would help me learn to edit. The Polaroid, combined with me having to pay for my own film from my allowance and babysitting money, did help me learn to edit. The next year he gave me a Kodak Pocket Instamatic, and my costs tripled with film/processing/prints/flash bulbs. As all of my friends would point to anything and say "Take a picture!", I learned to wait.
Fifty years later now, even shooting digitally, I still wait for the shot. I wait for the light and I wait for the story to speak to me and draw me in. The story is always the same. The story is the feeling of peace and abundance, and always in the most modest of circumstances.
