|A stuggling filmmaker with no money, I turned to photography and fell in
love with it. Black & white film cost 79 cents a roll. I'd carry the Pentax, or another
camera, all day, every day. I'd take pictures as I rode the streets or went up and down
elevators and in and out of buildings. I'd stay up late at night in my studio, processing
or printing. Developing the negatives was my favorite, seeing those images of the day
appear like magic on the celluloid. Got it! I'd think. As often as not, though, it was the
surprises that made it rewarding. A certain picture would stand out, but I could hardly
remember why I took it. This is how, little by little, my photography got better.