Carol was taking a
test in my history class.
My Yashica TLR was
sitting on the corner of my desk.
I reached over and
quietly squeezed the shutter.
Blog Note: In case some of my newer readers have wondered how my life in photography first began, I'm reposting this article from February, 2020.
One question I’m frequently asked is “How do you get started in professional photography?”
My standard answer is that you get
into photography the way you get into prostitution: You start out doing
it for fun, then you do it for your friends, then you wind up doing it
for money!
Actually, though, that's not how I started.
In the summer of 1968 my second son
was born. We were living in Miami at the time, and the only camera I had
was an old Kodak Brownie with a sticky shutter. Obviously, something
better was needed to make pictures of the new baby. I found a magazine
ad from a company offering to give me a brand new Kodak Instamatic
camera and five film cartridges for free if I would send the film to
their lab for processing.
Not long after that I bought a photo
magazine — the August,1968 issue of Popular Photography. More
magazines followed, and better cameras. I was hooked. (As for the
influence of the magazines, I think it would be fair to say that I would
not be a photographer today if it had not been for photo magazines.)
Also in August, 1968, I began a new
job: teaching in a private school. The following year, I was asked to be
the faculty advisor to the yearbook staff. By that time, I had acquired
a Nikon F and two lenses -- a 35mm f2.8, and a 135mm f2.8, both
Tamrons. The school also had a Yashica twin-lens reflex donated by
the yearbook company.
Senior Car Wash
Florida
Christian School,
Miami, Florida
Yashica 24 Twin-Lens
Reflex, Plus-X (probably)
As it happened, I wound up making
all the candid photos for the yearbook and doing the layout as well. I
also photographed school activities and sports and sold prints to the
students and their parents -- a practice that would probably be frowned
upon these days, but it was a private, not a public, school, times were
different then, and it was all perfectly acceptable. In the process, I
realized that I liked photography better than teaching.
After that year I moved my family
back to the Chattanooga, Tennessee area, which I consider my home town
even though I was not born there, and began looking for ways to get into
photography full-time. I picked up a few small commercial jobs, but
nowhere near enough to make a living, tried my hand at selling life
insurance (a disaster), and worked a year at a newspaper doing page
layout.
In the summer of 1972, I followed up
a classified ad I found in that newspaper and applied for a job at
Continental Film Productions, a small film and audio-visual production studio. I was interviewed, but nothing happened until that fall, when I
was called in for a second interview and hired as a trainee/general
dogsbody. Over the next four or five years I worked my way up to
producer/director/writer before leaving for a year as director of
advertising at another organization.
On January 1, 1978 I opened my own
business in my basement, with the name Photomedia Productions and a
$3000 deposit to create a catalog for an electronics company.
From there, it has been a long, sometimes adventurous, often difficult, always interesting, ride. Truly a life in photography.
Signed copies of my book Backroads and Byways of Georgia
are available. The price is $22.95 plus $3.95 shipping. My PayPal
address is djphoto@vol.com (which is also my email). Or you can mail me a check to 8943
Wesley Place, Knoxville, TN 37922. Include your address and tell me how
you would like your book inscribed.
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Photography and text copyright 2023 David
B.Jenkins.
I post Monday, Wednesday, and Friday unless
life gets in the way.
Soli Gloria Deo -- For the glory of God alone.
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