I fell in
love with photography when my father gave me my first camera at the age of
14. He taught me how to compose, how to
shoot, the use of shutter speeds vs aperture.
The camera was one of those old fashioned box types that when you press
a button, the lens popped out like an accordion. My dad’s favourite was the Hasselblad
although he never owned one.
At the age
of 16 I bought my own camera, a 35 m.m. Voigtlander. Dad and I would shoot and develop our own
pictures in the “dark room”.
From there
he gave me his Pentax which I used for many years. Before he passed away in 2003, he gave me his
Minolta Maxxum and a number of Zoom and
Tele Conversion Lenses.