I'm one of those. My grandfather gave me a camera barely out of junior high school, along with a small contact printing device and some developing PARAPHERNALIA. I was immediately hooked, and looking at slides in never to fade kodachrome he shot on trips all over didn't help. When I was off to college it took only minor missteps in other majors like Poly sci and psychology to send me into the arts. I studied PHOTOGRAPHY of course, also film and art history, drawing, lithography and screen PRINTING. my life drawing prof looking over my shoulder one day politely asked "You are in photography eh?". at my affirmative reply he nodded VIGOROUSLY, repeating "good, good" as he walked off. drawing was not my thing.........
I "came into the country" as has been said of other places, in 1973. i woke my first morning in the capitol creek valley near aspen having driven in the night before seeing nothing in the darkness. the window of my room looked directly at mt sopris, and the line of high ridges connecting it eventually with capitol, daly, and the rest of the elk mountains. a BRILLIANT labor day morning, there was snow down to the tree line, and early high aspen groves glowed a brilliant yellow gold. i was there for a winter and stayed 8 years. when i ran off to other pursuits, meaningful work, relationship and family, it was the world of advertising photography that grabbed me and gave me all those things and more. i never forgot that view, it was branded in the depth of my being. a long meaningful and beautiful 30 years in the city followed. a time i richly enjoyed, learned from, raised and mentored children in, and dealt with the fires of relationships, economic disaster and physical injury. I saw all the joy and sorrows of having and losing parents, watching children born and grow up, and as may be said, seeing them changes, both expected and shocking, in self and others.
tongue in cheek i say that i returned to the aspen area four years ago since "the kids are grown up so i no longer have to be". this expresses my approach more than reality. i seek quietness after the crucible of raising a family and the high anxiety of business ownership as a studio advertising photographer. i am fantastically rewarded to have made a toe hold in this new life, and the images on this website are part of my way of making it all work. the oldest image on the site is one i shot shortly after i arrived in aspen in 1973, just a week or two after I woke up and saw sopris dusted in snow with the fire of fall aspen at its flanks. a nicely circular tale. all the above is my why, read on to know the how and it's meaning for myself and perhaps for you.