I dream about photography. Literally. (I have the dream journal to prove it…) My two earliest memories of photography are still clear in my mind and both include my father: the first, when he used a zoom lens to capture the image of a deer in the field behind our house, and I couldn’t believe how close it looked in the picture, almost like I could touch it; the second, watching The Parent Trap (1961) and asking my dad, “How did they do that?” {How did they make it look like there was two of the same person?} His answer… “camera magic.” From that moment on I was instantly obsessed with the idea that cameras were magic.
