My father was a photographer.
He used to own the 'only camera in the village' way back in the 70s and everytime there were any events - weddings, Christening, birthdays, graduation, prom night, etc - he would be asked to shoot as nobody has any camera.
He became a well-known figure in our town as he monopolized all the photography needs of almost everyone. But his knowledge with photography was limited, his gear consisted of a single Konica film camera (not even a SLR) with a built-in flash and a couple of spare batteries - and that's it! His images graced the living rooms of the mighty, the powerful and the common man - which back then were so precious and invaluable it usually takes a week to process the negatives.
Now I'm following the footsteps he once tread and tried to re-create those magical moments when photographs were once considered as a precious gem.
