For as far back as I have any memory, I have been obsessed with images and image-making. Whenever there was a camera around I was always begging to have a go. To get a chance to push the shutter release, to look through the viewfinder, to hold the camera.
Growing up one of the first cameras that I got permission to use was a Kodak camera that shot 110 film. The film canisters were a bit of an oddity. The format was meant to make loading film error-free, the film was encased in canister shaped like a pair of binoculars.
The camera itself has been lost now for a very long time and I don’t know what model it might have been. The design had that specific retro-futuristic look born of the 70s. The camera might very likely have been a Pocket Instamatic.
The frame was not quite a perfect square and, in retrospect, the optics were craptastic. I remember the prints always had cute rounded corners; an affectation that I still can’t figure out, but that adds more still to the nostalgia I still feel for that camera.
There is no hidden genius to be found in my earliest photographs. I refuse to waste the bandwidth it would take to post more than the one. What they are a reminder of one of the things that make photography so amazing. Anyone can pick up a camera and make photographs. Everyone should. Not every image will be brilliant.
What is brilliant is that everyone can have a go.