Photography
My first camera came from Santa. It was a Kodak Brownie with a plastic body that cracked if you squeezed it too hard. (Ask me how I know.) My first photo was of backyard grass and my mother’s feet. It was not a great shot, or even good, but I was hooked. In high school I bought my first grownup camera, a Nikon Nikkormat, and yes, I still have it. I shot news, sports, landscapes, family events, and more with that silver-and-black wonder of photographic engineering, using Tri-X Pan film because I could develop black-and-white film myself. When color film processing became cheap enough to afford, I switched. Now I capture the world in digital, with an iPhone 16 Pro. It’s glorious to have a camera in my pocket, and its instant availability helped me win a half-dozen international photographic awards from Monochrome Awards and the National Wildlife Federation. But while mom’s feet in the family grass will always be my favorite, I figured you might prefer people, landscapes, stars, cactuses, billowing orange clouds, thunderstorms, and cool buildings. I offer you those works and more at Fine Art America, where you can browse and buy to your heart’s desire.
