photography: the manifesto
I was eight.
It was a 35mm point and shoot film camera with rolls of Kodak 400 ISO, if I was lucky. Sometimes it was just the camera, sans film.
At 18, I proved I could handle a single-lens reflex camera by reading a 400 plus page tome about photography. The difference between shutter speed, aperture and ISO was swallowed whole in eagerness to play with something serious.
I learned to see anew during a summer in Russia. It was the camera that pushed me to see the world in ways that would normally go unseen.
In college, during my senior year "cake" course, photography opened my eyes once again. B&W pushed me to see every day objects as art. I love my photo of the Joan of Arc lawn ornament from my parent's front yard.
But it was people that pushed me beyond the snapshot. The faces, the personalities, the hands and the eyes - always the eyes. At first it was portraits and then an event or two (I stink at those), and then my favorite, street photography. Of course, landscapes and architecture were sprinkled in there, too.
Mostly it's about the details of the people and the places that inspire.