As a boy, he took photographs with his father’s Brownie. At family gatherings, he was always the one behind the camera.
As a teenager, he got his own camera, an Instamatic. Through the years, he had several 35mm cameras. He stored his photos in shoe boxes. When digital replaced film, he created albums on his computer.
Sometimes he would leaf through his old photos.
“Oh, what I’ve seen!” he would say.
He willed his photos to his children. When he died, going through them, they discovered there were no pictures of him, only a life as seen by the photographer.
As a teenager, he got his own camera, an Instamatic. Through the years, he had several 35mm cameras. He stored his photos in shoe boxes. When digital replaced film, he created albums on his computer.
Sometimes he would leaf through his old photos.
“Oh, what I’ve seen!” he would say.
He willed his photos to his children. When he died, going through them, they discovered there were no pictures of him, only a life as seen by the photographer.
