I still remember my first camera. It was a simple Polaroid my dad bought me on a whim from a drug store in the mid-’70s. It was the peal-apart film and I had to count to 30 for the black-and-white photo and wait a whopping 60 seconds for color. I still have several of those photos. Pictures of my grandparents on a visit to our home in El Paso, Texas. A picture of the family dog.
I graduated to many different types of photographic technology since then. From the darkroom to digital bits. Through it all, I’ve always believed that the photograph is king over the technology. Those fuzzy little Polaroids of my late grandfather are far more important than the cameras or technology that have come and gone over the years.