Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2004/08/04
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]It was around 1969. I was 15. I often frequented my town library after school. One of my favorite pastimes was to gather a stack of Baroque records, put on a pair of headphones, and spend the afternoon listening to the music and reading books about classical music or photography. It was a good library, with many photo books. They subscribed to Camera 35, which was several cuts above Popular Photography and Modern Photography, and even those were nowhere near as bad as most photo magazines are now. I devoured Life Magazine from the 1930s onward. Somewhere along the line, I discovered that I had a special affection for photographs of people being themselves, especially if they were taken by a couple of guys named Eisenstadt and Cartier-Bresson. I wanted to take pictures like that. That was a long time ago. I've learned, read and seen much since then. But fixed in my mind is that decisive moment when I picked up a book by the same name, immersed myself in it, and my world changed. Merci, cher Henri. A bientot. --Peter Klein Seattle, WA