Photography for me started long before I ever realized. As a child around 11 or 12 years old I enjoyed accompanying my dad in, around and above Washington DC as he would be on photo assignments for The Washington Star covering commercial real estate, speed boat races on the Potomac or Redskin and Senator games. Later on he received his pilots licence and had special clearance to fly over DC. I would contribute by carrying equipment, working in his dark room, loading film or helping with damage control, I mean I never realized you could carry that many cameras around your neck at one time. He would always be explaining the method to his madness in that he was a little unorthidox and was not quite sure I understood but I learned and they eventually seemed logical. I look back on all the fantastic opportunities I had shooting with him in places like on top of the control tower at National Airport or on the roof of the Jefferson Memorial and I think to myself who could do that now. We had created wonderful memories throughout those summers and weekends and I never knew how much information I had retained until some 45 years later my father passed away and while going through his items I was interested in his old cameras, Hasalblads, Rollieflex and the like which over his 65 plus years as a photographer had grown to quite a collection. One item in particular which caught my eye was a brand new Nikon D80, still in the box which at the time was a pretty hot camera. My oldest son Christopher now has a great deal of his collection and both he and my youngest son Matthew are quite good photographers in there own right. It took about a year to really study this camera before I felt comfortable and now I have a hard time putting them down. I often think about my dad and the wonderful things he taught me and how he never pushed it. I believe he always thought I would pursue this and I hope he's smiling.
John R. Flecknoe
In loving memory of:
Harold J. Flecknoe 1921-2009 (The Airborne Camera)