The Collector

The Collector

So, the other day my daughter calls me with a problem: she has cameras, lots of them, and she is planning to put them in the dumpster. Do I want to see them, Dad? Well …. Hell yes! Kathleen’s father-in-law, Bill, died recently and my daughter and her husband are...
My Fourth Camera

My Fourth Camera

In my last year of high school I worked part time in a photo store in the Humbertown Mall in Etobicoke which was a suburb of Toronto. It was a great job and a great place to learn more about photography. One day a consignment came in to be sold: a Leica M-3 with 50mm...
My Third Camera

My Third Camera

I am certain that this discussion of my old photographic equipment is an absolute bore for you. But I’m having a blast. This is old stuff I have not thought about for decades and I am enjoying it. It is like looking back at one’s trail of footprints in the...
My Second Camera

My Second Camera

I was in high school in Toronto when my father bought a camera for the family. He was not a photographer by any means but he wanted a decent camera to take color slides which were all the rage then. He chose the Yashika “D” 120 roll film camera. This...
The Aloha Formal

The Aloha Formal

Photography is many things. It can be a form of record keeping, a custodian of facts, often true and sometimes false. A picture can be a keeper of memory, valued not for its content but what its content evokes in the viewer’s recollection of the past. And...
My First Camera

My First Camera

I dimly remember an old black box camera in the house when I was very young. That would be in the late 1940’s. I remember playing with it. The shutter was tripped by a little piece of metal sticking out the side at the front. Fixed focus, roll film, no aperture...