Father’s Day falls in the month of June and what better time to give thanks to my own dad for helping to get me interested in photography!
My dad taught me how to tie my shoes, whistle, fold socks, appreciate indie music, ride a bike, and hunt for Indian arrowheads in the Oklahoma dirt. Not to mention, he had a hand in my getting interested in photography. Some of his Kodachrome pictures are in my LomoHome, both as a tribute to him, and to Kodachrome film. He is almost 90 years old now, and cannot see well to do much photography anymore. He started out with a Kodak 35 right around World War II, when he was stationed in San Francisco at the Army Presidio. There, he was a General’s chauffeur. What a job!!!
Then when he worked in the oilfields in West Texas during the 50s and 60s he took many photos of my family. Unfortunately, by the time I was born in 1968 he had started to tire of his hobby and put away his camera and slides. But he left behind treasured memories and a time capsule that we would have never had otherwise. Photos of my mother when she was so young and beautiful, and since she is no longer here, I’m really thankful for that.
About a year and a half ago I started going through these old family photos and remembered their special characteristics…color aberrations, a little fading, all of the things that time will do to negatives and slides. Family photos of the 1950s and 60s don’t resemble anything like today’s photos. Now, if you want a perfect picture you can have it with digital, but back then, you had to actually rely more on skill and knowledge of exposure, composition and film speed. His photos have had an impact on me, as I find myself shooting similar subjects like he did: Cars, landscapes, signs, anything with old character.
Things of beauty are worth the time and effort to learn and practice, and patience is key when you want to photograph and preserve special memories. Recently I was able to amass most of my dads collection and use my computer to restore them. Without technology, I could not have done this. But without his patience and creative interest we would not have the photos! So I am really thankful to him for preserving our memories!