Photojournalism…now and then…

I remember the last time I saw my Dad fully conscious before he died. I was a brand new photographer. I had only bought a camera about eighteen months before  I had my last conversation with him. And as I made my final visit to him before the life zapping operation he endured, I dragged …

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Calamity Jane…

…that was one of the nick names my Dad gave me when I was I growing up. I would like to think it was because he thought I had the pioneering nature of dear old Martha Jane Cannary Burke but I actually have a sneaking suspicion that it was more likely because I always seemed to attract trouble… … Continue reading Calamity Jane…