The ability of a camera to capture a moment in time is the primary appeal of the craft. I’ve felt this way since the beginning.
At the time I got serious with photography, I had a part-time job at the city library. Without knowing it, I had an affinity for history. This allowed me to internalize the documentary aspect of a picture.
Once in a while, I’ll make a portrait that seems to render the subject in a way that appears timeless. As in, no date stamp or definitive place on a timeline.
Something jogged my memory today. It pertained to a photo session that took place in 1988. At the time I was an experienced photojournalist but I wasn’t yet ready for the commercial world.
My inventory of gear was growing, and I was trying to figure out how to use a Hasselblad. For the uninitiated, that’s like teaching yourself to play the piano with only a passing acquaintance to music.
A young fellow who had been guiding me along agreed to be my subject. He’s the guy in the portrait. The year was 1988.
He’s not a young fellow anymore, and neither am I. However, his youthful spirit is permanently affixed to this picture.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.