Sunday, January 22, 2006
I was 17 in 1973 and home on leave between my boot camp and aircraft schools at Memphis and my assigned duty station at Imperial Beach. I had graduated 3rd out of my "A" school; the top 3 were supposed to be able to pick either our duty station or aircraft. I picked Barber's Point, Hawaii; Rota, Spain (inspired by Michener's "Caravans"); my 3rd choice was fixed wing aircraft. The two who graduated above me, the top one being one of the first WAVE jet mechs through school made similar choices. None of us picked helicopters, none of us picked San Diego...
Dad and I had started "playing" with photography in '68; we had belonged to a "black and white" camera club shooting assigned and open subjects each month for competition and judging for almost that long at this point. Dad shot a set of slides and a set of black and white while I was home; Mom had learned how to "hand oil" b&w into color and there is a 16x20 of one of those running around here somewhere. While I was gone for the next year, Dad taught himself color printing and processing. His portraiture got better, and by the time cancer caught up with him in '83 he was making as much from wedding and portrait photography as he was his "real" job.
My apologies for not keeping things chronological, it's been a busy week so I pulled the first slide I liked out of the first tray I got to...
Looking forward to everyone else's Photo Sunday posts! As "The Butler" said not so long ago, I'm spending way too much time here, but have to check in on you all each day just to see "what's up"! Always a source of amazement, delight, or illumination, you are each treasured!