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 newspaper covering speed boat races on the Potomac river or covering Redskin and Senator games at the old DC Stadium. Later on, he received his pilot’s license and got clearance to fly over much of DC. I would contribute by carrying his gear, changing film and working in his darkroom.

He would always explain the methods of his madness in that he was a little unorthodox 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, atop the Jefferson memorial or all the ventures we took on his plane. We had created some wonderful memories throughout those summers and I never realized how much information I had retained until many years later. I never really thought photography was my forte and it wasn’t till many years later in 2009 when My dad passed away and I was going through his old equipment that I found a brand new Nikon D80, still in the box which he must have recently purchased because it was still considered a pretty hot camera. It’s almost like he wanted me to find it. So I studied it at every chance and it was meant to be, I mean I’ve always loved nature and being outside so what better hobby I thought. I often think about my Dad and the wonderful things he taught me and he never pushed it. I believe he always thought I would pursue this and I hope he’s smiling.


In memory of: 

Harold J. Flecknoe, (The Airborne Camera)