Fine art photographer
I bought my first camera when I studied at 上智大学 Jōchi Daigaku, Sophia University, in Tokyo. In the 1960s, if you wanted to buy a Japanese camera, you went to Akihabara, a small district in Tokyo known for its manic streets. Cameras everywhere. Used and new. Nikon, Canon, Minolta, Yashica. It was there that I bought my first Nikkormat and a 50 mm Nikon lens. I learned to develop my own black and white photos, with a massive Omega enlarger, and I studied copies of Ansel Adams’ The Negative and The Print.
Of course, none of this answers the question of why I like working in photography. I trained to be an attorney. I taught university and high school. Yet, none of these professions fit into my passions box.
I love photography - the black and white images that I find on the trains of Nagoya, or the village in Romania, or the parks and back alleys of New York City, or in the eyes of my daughters. I am sometimes surprised by the stories that my little black camera finds. I usually meet a bit of myself in those photos. As I work making photography, I am in a quiet place. I feel at home.