Thursday, July 31, 2008

Ode to Carl Dawson and Photographhy

Him was one miserable raas, but him was good.

Carl Dawson, (kin to Ken Dawson) helped me to fine tune what was a childish obsession with photography when I was 16 years old.

I grew up in front of a camera- my daddy's Canon SLR w/ 50mm lens. I got my first camera when I was 9 and took over my dad's camera at age 19.

In many ways, much of my art remains unwritten because I have no lens to paint them with. I am a shutterbaby. Born and bred.

But Mr. Dawson taught me the intricacies... composition, the rules, and breaking them. I shot my first slides and processed film and printed exposures in the dark room.

And here I am, 10 years later, and I have no camera of my own. I have been waiting so long to buy a good professional digital SLR that I have just been waiting and waiting for practically a decade.

So I have decided that I will not postpone any longer. I need a camera. And I need it now.

Well. maybe for my birthday.

So... I am taking up a USD of course!


Anonymous said...

Hey, are you talking about Carl Dawson whose wife is Vivene and he has two daughters M and T aka M (mi a write dem initials cah mi nuh waan write out dem full name and a nuh him).

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