My Dad Charlie
This portfolio presents some of my fathers photography. He was a man of extraordinary vision.
Holding Imagination In Your Hand
I was young, maybe six. I stood beside my dad in the darkened room. I was just a little boy, too short to reach the countertop so I used a stool. I loved the odd smells, strange yet pleasant, of Dektol and hypo and acetic acid. I loved the dim amber illumination. And I loved…