Now that school is in full swing again it gets me thinking about the days that I was in school. While there are things about school that I do miss, mostly, I had a hard time paying attention to the things we were supposed to be studying. It wasn’t because I was unintelligent. I consider myself to be a smart person. Mostly I caught myself daydreaming about what little art, music, and friends I had at the time. Later I would learn more about the things I was so incredibly passionate about learning. Some of these things I would even come back to. Books, plays, and other literature I wasn’t quite ready for at sixteen but would devour at twenty-five. What can I say? I’ve always been a late bloomer.
Entering art school at nineteen and photo school at twenty was so exhilarating for me and two life experiences I’m so thankful I had. While others were toiling away, writing papers at their four year schools I was making art. Everyday I was creating. I was in the darkroom, I got to talk and learn about great photographers of the past and use the same type cameras they did. It was perfect for me. I could finally pay attention!!
I thought I’d revisit some of my very first adventures in black and white film photography. Here’s a few from those days when I would come home smelling like photo fixer.