Chris T Loc: from England across the pond to New England

Well ... that was quite a coup, John ....

How many campus publications were there?

JohnSwanda Loc: San Francisco

Most of the shooting I did was for the daily campus newspaper. There was also a magazine, and probably PR releases. The newspaper had a late evening deadline, so if we were shooting evening events sometimes we ended up printing wet negatives to make the deadline.

Darkroom317 Loc: Mishawaka, IN

I am 27, very close to being 28. I got into photography in 2003 when I was 13. My father bought an AE-1 earlier that year and gave it to me for Christmas. His father was an amatuer photographer and had a darkroom in their apartment. My father and his siblings all picked up photography as a hobby.

On a trip to Maine in 2007 I go more serious about photography. When I entered college in 2008 I planned on majoring in Anthropology. During my second semester I switched to Art.

Chris T Loc: from England across the pond to New England

That'd make for some pretty spotty prints, I'll warrant, John ....

waegwan Loc: Mae Won Li

Oh yea I remember them well. I have a couple of them on display in my novalty cabinet. ;-)

waegwan Loc: Mae Won Li

I have no idea.

Chris T Loc: from England across the pond to New England

Kris ... sounds like your love for photography was embedded within you from very early on ....

Maybe, you could go and photograph an anthropology-based archeological dig ... ???

Chris T Loc: from England across the pond to New England

NM! ... What you got, was far more important than what you gave up, anyway ...

19104 Loc: Philadelphia

It was 1968. I was 13 and in 7th grade. All of my friends were artists and I could not draw a picture to save my life. So my mothers friend needed her house painted, I painted the whole house for $40 so I could buy a Pentax Spotmatic. The thing is that I am allergic to paint. so i would paint all day and be sick all night. The big thing that i remember about the whole thing is that one of my mothers friends, told her tht she would not have allowed me to waste money on a camera or some such nonsense. she would have made me buy underwear. My Mom replied hes a man and he worked for that camera shouldn't he be able to buy what he wants with his money. I got married in 1976 and the Now EX-wife told me I had to give her up or photography. And you I missed her for a while. But i still have photography

19104 Loc: Philadelphia

It was 1968. I was 13 and in 7th grade. All of my friends were artists and I could not draw a picture to save my life. So my mothers friend needed her house painted, I painted the whole house for $40 so I could buy a Pentax Spotmatic. The thing is that I am allergic to paint. so i would paint all day and be sick all night. The big thing that i remember about the whole thing is that one of my mothers friends, told her tht she would not have allowed me to waste money on a camera or some such nonsense. she would have made me buy underwear. My Mom replied hes a man and he worked for that camera shouldn't he be able to buy what he wants with his money. In 1976 I got married and my now ex-wife told me tha i either had to give her up or photography.you know i missed her for a while.

19104 Loc: Philadelphia

sorry for the multiple posts

Chris T Loc: from England across the pond to New England

Oh, that's okay ... there is an Edit feature, though ... which stays open an hour after your original post ....

Now, clarify something for me, would you?

You wrote it was your Ex-wife, who told you it was either her, or photography ...

I suspect you meant - at the time - she WAS your wife, and that's why she isn't, anymore ... because you refused to give up your main passion - photography.

Or - is it - she was already your EX - when she gave you this ultimatum? ... If so - a much easier choice!

Just showing you how the Edit works, here ....

I read your second version after responding THUS ^ to your earlier version ... so, yes - it was as stated in the first (MY) version ... got it!

Harry0 Loc: Gardena, Cal

I was @ 8. The grandfolk were moving, and my Mother and I were helping looking thru the boxes. There was an inherited box, not opened in @ 10 or so years. It had a Kodak Autograph camera, and lots of pictures. Sometimes it took the 3 of us to read the inscriptions. Didn't get them all and many didn't have any. The women started making a family tree at the table. And I realized then the importance of memory and history. Pictures going back to the Civil War. Some were only coffin shots. Until the 50s, pictures were mostly of births, deaths and weddings, with some uniformed service folk thrown in. Living people could only remember 2 levels up, rarely 3. Here was 6-8 levels (depending on branch). They could put their finger on a picture, and do the "Oh I heard about ..." and "Isn't she the one who" but without the pictures there was no memories left.
60 years later, the pictures- and the memories- are long gone. No more stories. There was talk then of making up some albums, but the move was happening. How many of us remember what our grandparents- and their siblings- were doing in their 40s? Will your grandkiddies know anything of your life when they're in their 40s?
They kept the box but gave me the camera- still have that tho. I take pictures. I share them. I recently was showing the family of a 15 year old drama queen grand niece pictures of her (still living) grandparents when they were in their 30s. And her parents. She's probably still giggling.
So, that's how and why I started, and why I keep doing this. Especially now, in the digital age. Giving the bride her album the day after her wedding- and another one of her folk's wedding- priceless.

Chris T Loc: from England across the pond to New England

Harry … I have all the pictures - in my mind … don't need hard copies. Besides, I've moved around so much - during the first 30 years of my life - it was hard to keep hold / track of things like that. Don't really care, too much. They're all gone, now, anyway, and I have nobody to show pics to, anymore.

Harry0 Loc: Gardena, Cal

> They're all gone, now, anyway, and I have nobody to show pics to, anymore. >
Sad. I'm the oldest left of both sides of my family, the next is 2 years younger. We don't talk.
Most of my friends didn't make it this far. I got tired of going to funerals.
BUT! I have progeny. So do they. And so on. I have a large extended multicultural family. One of these days I'll dust off my Latin and make a family motto: "We're not picky. Just prolific."
There's a family something once a month. I bring pictures, and based on true stories.
Go to these. Bring something. Do some "When your parents were your age, they ..." funny stories.
I collected many pictures, and I'm giving them away. I have a lot of "one of these days" projects. Like digitizing old pix and posting them. Organizing and labeling new pix, and posting them.
Some day, maybe.