On occasion, I get asked how I did one of my pictures. How did I know how to do that?
Sure, I have a few friends that are really great photographers and I read just about any book I can get my hands on.
But often, it's just...instinctual.
My grandfather was a photographer in the 3rd Army in WWII. He was one of the first guys in the gates at the first concentration camp the Allies liberated. He took pictures of General Patton giving the order to take pictures of everything. Patton thought at the time that no one would believe the atrocities that they were seeing.
I've seen the pictures.
Most of my early memories of my grandfather involve a camera around his neck.
It's in the blood.
He died before the advent of digital photography. I often wonder what he'd think of the whole digital thing. Would he turn up his nose as most film shooters did when digital made the big breakthrough? Or would he realize the creative possibilities? Would his brain go into overdrive rethinking all of the shots he was never able to take due to the quality of the gear at the time.
I really wish I could hand him one of my cameras and my bag of lenses and take him shooting with me and see what we both come up with.
This is the Michael Garman statue titled "The Sarge" (Grandpa was a sergeant as well) that was given to him when I was too young to remember. It was given to me when he died, along with one of his old film cameras.
This one's for you, Grandpa, wish you were here.
Music tonight:
Best Of Both Worlds by Van Halen
Money Talks by AC/DC
Thinking Of You by Joe Satriani
Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd
Until tomorrow....
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