TIM KENT

PHOTOGRAPHY

We were visiting my father's brother in Conneaut, Ohio, when my parents first presented me with a camera, an Instamatic. There were no technical details of loading film. You simply dropped a film cartridge into the camera and started shooting.

I remember going for a walk downtown-if you could call it that-on an overcast morning and trying to take artistic photos. I wanted to capture the small town ambience on film. The camera was very limited, but the seed was planted in my heart. Only my mom, a devoted painter, recognized what I was trying to do. My brother wanted to know why he wasn't in the photos. My dad probably made no comment. It didn't matter; I was hooked.