Photography and Collecting

Lessons from my Father

My father showing photos to my siblings (2012)

My father was the archetypal collector. He had dozens of cameras. Tens of thousands of LP record albums, and eventually even more CDs and DVDs. There were always series of books. He bordered on being a hoarder, but with great taste. My older brother didn’t get the bug: he had boxes of popsicle sticks and tic tac boxes, marbles and doodads —he was always thinking he’d make…