A great by-product from over thirty years in photography is the joy I still feel when I find a lost image, a photo that I don’t initially remember shooting but that resonates with me in a way that is hard to describe. In the mid-1970’s I was fortunate to be the first staff photographer at The National Zoo and on my frequent walks home I always had a camera loaded with B/W film around my neck. The job was a terrific one and full of opportunity; ultimately, though, it was wasted on a restless soul in his twenties who had other things on his mind.
But it did leave me with one lasting legacy: those walks to my apartment at Dupont Circle. I gradually moved from 35mm to medium format (even sometimes 4×5) as my sensibilities shifted. I was thrilled to have a city to learn and photography was a loving teacher. Now, luckily, with the advent of digital imaging, I can dig through my files where I occasionally stumble on some of those lost images, markers from a time that almost got away.
I look forward to sharing some of these as they appear.