Friday, March 22, 2013

A breif Introduction



My photographic experience in a nutshell; decades behind a camera, countless hours on photo shoots across the country. Endless nights spent in the laboratory mixing chemicals, processing film and prints to make unrealistic deadlines. Short notice trips to third world countries documenting incidents and activities best forgotten.  From public relations to portrait to plane crash, the gamut of my assignments still boggles my mind.

I was a shooter, a writer, a teacher, a multimedia media producer, graphics guru, crime scene investigator and fingerprint expert. From film to video, analog to digital my life behind the lens has been a whirlwind of  events, from gala high society gatherings to vicariously participating in the joys and suffering of people of all walks of life, a witness to the creation and the destruction of  life. I documented the activities of mankind in peacetime and in war with all the best equipment and an unlimited budget. The price tag for looking through the lens was costly. Over time I learned enough about mankind to facilitate my withdrawal from society and complete abstinence from anything which could be construed as photographic.  I had seen enough, had enough of society. For a time I just wrote, attempting to educate people about what I had experienced but they thought me quite mad. Perhaps they were correct in thinking so. 

I on the other hand was convinced that it was just the opposite. Society had its issues. It was not just me. 
    
I had grown up in a lab. My parents were photographers. Somehow through a twist of fate (and to avoid another tour in Vietnam) I too evolved into a photographer. Unlike my parents who ran a traditional studio, I would take a path which led to the dark side of photography which almost destroyed me. But ultimately, taught me more about the real world of photography than I ever suspected or cared to know about. Working for a wide variety of state and federal agencies I covered assignments that many would consider very desirable, some would even say they were cool. Those with any insight at all simply asked how I cold stand to do such disgusting work. In hindsight I wonder. Over the years those torturous experiences have served me well.  I hope that somehow I can share some of that insight gleaned with you to make you a better shooter or at minimum to help you in accomplish what you need to do photographically for your NGO or nonprofit to succeed without spending a fortune. 

It’s a switch turning from the really ugly side of life which truly can’t be presented here publicly in any fashion. To look for the fleeting moments of life which pass by so quickly that oft times they are completely missed.To be content in the knowing that somewhere is an image, which if captured correctly will provide inspiration to the viewer to get involved or donate the necessary funds and assistance to a charitable organization which results in comfort and solace being provided to a tortured soul somewhere.
 
To that end, I have returned to one of segment of my photographic experience which was free of pain and truly enjoyable even though at time the topic or the subject matter was sad in some respect. That genre of photography which is commonly referred to as photojournalism the fine art of mixing words with pictures to make a point. Pictures that to be taken require the ability to be empathic and compassionate along with the technical expertise to get the job done right the first time.    

It may take some time to achieve this goal. Learning to blog at 62 is a challenge. But this medium affords the opportunity to communicate for free and free is what this is all about as you will see and understand as time passes. Bear with me as this little corner of the universe comes together.