In the beginning...
The internet claims that the actress Maureen O'Hara, famous for Westerns such as McLINTOCK! and classics like a Miracle on 34th Street, is quoted with saying "In the beginning it was all black and white". For my beginning, it was less simple, I couldn't and could never pin point that moment where I decided photography was my thing; ever present, it waxed and wane in my youth, like any other kid trying to find his or her various hobbies or likes and dislikes. A few key moments stand out here or there, the Minolta 110 camera I got for a gift, watching Grampa show his slides of my Mom and her brothers, cousins, trips, etc., providing the stereotypical Sitcom situation of "Oh no, here comes Grandpa with his slides", a few Polaroid cameras, 600s an iZone, the usual 80's early 90s stuff. A trip to Castine, Maine in 1991 (or 1992) before my sister was born with my Dad and brother. It was the first time I remember holding an SLR, I believe in the park where the Fort was, which could be totally wrong, it was a few years ago. I remember it being heavy, and looking through the viewfinder it being sort of 3Dish.
There wasn't that "moment" then, like all photographers like to pretend happened when they were a kid, when they fell in love with taking photographs, or "capturing memories for your family". That's bunk. That act of taking the photo, or preserving something had nothing to do with it until I could appreciate that much later.
1995. I'm a scrawny nerd kid, (still am) I don't recall the circumstances, but I ended up in a photography class at a local community center. I lucked out in being the only boy in the class, but being the shy nerd it had no bearing on anything. We did the basics, learned what ISO was, aperture, shutter speed, the exposure triangle. We shot our first roll walking around the area, then came back to learn how to load and develop it. I was less impressed with this than I am now. Than, I saw how to make a print. There was something about it, watching my first print appear, that was absolutely fucking magical. Seeing our adopted cat and that black chair appear did something in my head that always found its way back when I wasn't taking photos for an extended period. That stupid photo ended up hanging in the Mayors office. You know how many pictures I've had hang in a Mayor's office? One. The first print I ever made. Not one since. (#lifegoals).
My beginning was black and white. So was my second. In 2009, just before my twins Atom and Zero were born, my Dad gave me that camera I held all those years ago, that took pictures of me when I was baby, 26 years earlier. The first roll of black and white Plus-X I ran through it brought me right back in to it, and I never left.
I want to take what I think I've learned, what I don't know a thing about, and have my friends share the same things together to make a different photography podcast, one that hopefully shows our passion for the subject and an ability to learn more in a fun, non-pixel peeping atmosphere that will cover from 8mm to 8x10 to 20x24, iphones to medium format digital, instant and labor intensive, to give everyone a little something.
I'm sure it will have a lot of bumps and hiccups to start, but thats what makes life fun.