mark greenhill
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Were you ever one that rose at dawn to photograph the suns first kiss of a mountain top, or to capture an ephemeral river scene before the fog had lifted
well I once was. To my internal shame I must confess that as much as I wanted to wander off to the Casino last New Years Eve at dusk to get some great fireworks shots, I chose instead to stay with my Chardonnay and watch it all on telly. That said, I find that I can still bring myself to camp out in the wilds every once in awhile just to capture a sunrise or a full moon glistening on some distant lake or bay with a kidlike enthusiasm for taking pictures.
My love affair with photography began just after the end of WWII when I was given for my twelfth an Ensign 2 ¼ square format reflex camera and a couple of rolls of Kodak film. In those austere times my parents reasoned that as my birthday falls so close to Christmas one pressie should be enough for both. I thought it was grossly unfair as my siblings birthdays fell during the middle of the year.
On Christmas Day of 1946 my family had dinner at the then ultra modern Hotel Lufra at Eaglehawk Neck and by Boxing Day the EXPOSED seals on both rolls of film had been licked and sticked! I can still remember the very first picture I ever took from the lookout overlooking Pirates Bay. I could scarcely wait to collect the glossy B&W prints from Ash Besters who throughout the year and years to come made a fortune out of me. Indeed, my system became so full of exposed film gum that many a sweet young thing became helplessly stuck on me.
My interest in amateur photography developed throughout my teens, and some years spent as a graphic arts student taught me something about light, colour and composition - it led to a career in graphic design and commercial wedding photography.
So, why do we take pictures? Speaking for myself, I think I do so in an attempt to preserve and to share a beautiful moment. It makes no difference to me whether that moment is the transient lighting of a landscape, the fleeting expression of a child, the glow of a lovely bride, dew on a clothesline, magnificent architecture, the unsuspecting subject of a paparazzi shot, or just a family happy snap.#
At 18, I was a complete idealist, and at 75 a cynic!
My love affair with photography began just after the end of WWII when I was given for my twelfth an Ensign 2 ¼ square format reflex camera and a couple of rolls of Kodak film. In those austere times my parents reasoned that as my birthday falls so close to Christmas one pressie should be enough for both. I thought it was grossly unfair as my siblings birthdays fell during the middle of the year.
On Christmas Day of 1946 my family had dinner at the then ultra modern Hotel Lufra at Eaglehawk Neck and by Boxing Day the EXPOSED seals on both rolls of film had been licked and sticked! I can still remember the very first picture I ever took from the lookout overlooking Pirates Bay. I could scarcely wait to collect the glossy B&W prints from Ash Besters who throughout the year and years to come made a fortune out of me. Indeed, my system became so full of exposed film gum that many a sweet young thing became helplessly stuck on me.
My interest in amateur photography developed throughout my teens, and some years spent as a graphic arts student taught me something about light, colour and composition - it led to a career in graphic design and commercial wedding photography.
So, why do we take pictures? Speaking for myself, I think I do so in an attempt to preserve and to share a beautiful moment. It makes no difference to me whether that moment is the transient lighting of a landscape, the fleeting expression of a child, the glow of a lovely bride, dew on a clothesline, magnificent architecture, the unsuspecting subject of a paparazzi shot, or just a family happy snap.#
At 18, I was a complete idealist, and at 75 a cynic!


