Which is appropriate, because my father was a professional photographer. Of course, this means that for most family portraits, he was behind and not in front of the camera. Even so, there are some great snapshots of him.
I cherish the following photos of my warm, talented, Virginia-born gentleman father. Nearly 20 years after his death, he is still remembered and revered in Greensboro, where he ran a photography business with his partners for decades. He is still my moral compass. C.W. Martin showed me how to treat others with consideration and respect, how to turn your passion into a successful business, and how to never give up when there's something you really want.
OK, one story: My father graduated from college during the depth of the Great Depression. He was burning up to be a newspaper reporter, but the local newspaper (in Roanoke, Va.), wasn't hiring. Undeterred, he visited the newspaper editor every week for months, reminding him that he wanted to work for the paper. Eventually, a job became available, and my father's career as a reporter--which later led to his photography career--was launched.
|Hate the cigarette. Love the effect it gives this self-portrait.|
|Always ready with a flash bulb ready to pop.|
|Speaking of popped flash bulbs!|
|Dad would have loved all the small digital cameras we have today.|
|My grandfather (left) and C.W. were big fishermen.|
|C.W., third from left, hangin' with his homeboys.|
|I'll just say it: Movie star!|
|Hard at work as a newspaper reporter.|
|C.W. loved convertibles. So do I.|
|Cute photo of my parents in their early days together.|
|Towards the end of his career. Still the dapper gentleman photographer. Sill loved, admired, missed.|