Photographer

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My father Ross was an accomplished photographer, having documented his World War II experiences in the Canadian navy, his courtship and the succeeding years of his growing family. As an awkward teenager, I felt increasingly uncomfortable in front of a camera. It was a relief when I first got on the other side of the lens. My first camera was a twin-lens reflex Rolleicord, bought when I was in university, and probably chosen because I coveted my father's Rolleiflex, I liked the 2 1/4 inch negatives in which I could see detail, and perhaps because I liked something so idiosyncratically different than the 35mm cameras in vogue. Documenting my travels has always been important to me. I especially liked making images of people in foreign countries in their environments, working or at leisure. I often found I related comfortably to ordinary people in foreign lands through my camera and they were often honored and intrigued that I wanted to make their picture. Now, I cringe at seeing those images I made unaware of the subjects' unwillingess to be photographed.