How this started:
In 1935 at the age of fourteen I decided not to be an airplane pilot, but to be a cinematographer. My mom, widowed for five years, had met Ben Brodsky, manager of the Liberty Theatre in Irvington, New Jersey. This fine gentleman and nice man let me watch movies from the wondrous domain of the projection booth. There the projectionist not only tolerated my questions, but patiently explained the workings of the twin projection machines.
Occasionally the film broke, the screen went white, and the projectionist would spring into action. On one such occasion he cut several inches from the film before resplicing it and handed the strip to me. My love of 35mm film started at that moment. Later, under the influence of Life Magazine, my interest shifted toward still photography.
I never became a photographer. As a "practical" young man I did the practical thing and eventually became an aerospace engineer. But I kept taking pictures. After my wife Joan died, my cameras and darkroom helped me to go on without her.
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