A Life of Photographs
Taking pictures was the first thing I really wanted to do. As a child of ten, I managed to save money to buy my first camera, a four dollar Falcon Miniature. I read as much as I could on photo technique at the public library and armed with tubes of MQ developer, hypo, a red bulb and my mother’s soup plates, went to the basement to try to develop my film. After a few failures, I got the hang of it and started to develop the small rolls of 127 film with their sixteen tiny images, my goal to as good as the drug store. By twelve I was making enlargements.
What did I photograph? Being shy, my interests were more in things and places than people. We lived near the waterfront in Brooklyn and that’s where I spent many Sunday mornings with my camera. The boats, the water, sky and birds, the crates with exotic addresses waiting to be loaded on ships or having been unloaded. Though not photographable, the many rich odors coming from the warehouse enhanced the sense of adventure a boy with a camera could have.
That sense of adventure has stayed with me throughout my life. My wandering with a camera, be it in Manhattan or Marrakesh, is the same--the feeling of the “journey.” The camera as an extension of perception is much of what photographing is for me, as is much of travel.
This is a collection of my images and experiences.Larry Siegel
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