I’d seen a picture in Flickr, with a really good depth of field [when the background is blurry], and I was trying hard to find out how that was done. I asked a Swedish photographer buddy — thought perhaps it would be easier if I had it explained to me in my native tongue. Not so. He could just as well have answered me in Greek or some other foreign language — at that point in time I didn’t even know what aperture was.
About a month later, the Nikon D60 came into my life and until I took the little course, I was even more clueless.
When I went to sleep last night, that sentence … «Every Picture tells a Story» came to mind and the album with Rod Stewart that was released 1971.
I had just turned sixteen when I went away to go to a school … far away from home, in a bigger city. This was BIG … at that age, a year feels like an eternity.
At first, there was excitement. Away from home, from Mom … the freedom, even if I lived in a dorm with a certain amount of surveillance. Then there was homesickness — a bad case of it! In November I became very, very ill with pneumonia and I still remember the long, awful train ride home. I doubt that in today’s socitey, they’d had put me on a seven hour train-ride in that condition.
The second semester things began to look different … both in school and my social life. We had lots and lots of fun, and I realized that the month of June [when we finished], was getting closer with the speed of light. I didn’t want to go back home … I wanted this to go on! We partied a lot and Rod Stewart was immensely popular … the music from that album will be forever associated with that year.
Still … after all these years — forty years later — I remember «Maggie May» sort of playing inside my head as the train left the station…