Bolo Kukus
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Paul Robidoux. Nobody has heard of him, and nobody ever will. He died in 1962 or 1963, well in his eighties.
He was a newspaper editorial writer, a youth group leader in our school, and a small-town commercial photographer in New Brunswick, Canada. I met him as a barely into my teens teenager in 1959. He got me hooked on good cameras by letting me play with his Super ikon 6x6.
He introduced me to the oft-published Kodak manual for amateurs, How To Make Good Pictures. Which influenced my future photography in both good and less good ways. I still do cheesy landscapes and fight a recurring urge to include tree branches in the top of all my images. Rule Of Thirds composition I've also taken to an extreme, in my long lifetime.
After he died, his house was bulldozed for a retirement village. Sadly, everything was left in it when it got nuked, including I fear his entire darkroom, his negatives, and most likely his beloved Ikonta.
So he has a devoted following of one. A pretty good score, I reckon, for a life doing what he loved most, photography.
He was a newspaper editorial writer, a youth group leader in our school, and a small-town commercial photographer in New Brunswick, Canada. I met him as a barely into my teens teenager in 1959. He got me hooked on good cameras by letting me play with his Super ikon 6x6.
He introduced me to the oft-published Kodak manual for amateurs, How To Make Good Pictures. Which influenced my future photography in both good and less good ways. I still do cheesy landscapes and fight a recurring urge to include tree branches in the top of all my images. Rule Of Thirds composition I've also taken to an extreme, in my long lifetime.
After he died, his house was bulldozed for a retirement village. Sadly, everything was left in it when it got nuked, including I fear his entire darkroom, his negatives, and most likely his beloved Ikonta.
So he has a devoted following of one. A pretty good score, I reckon, for a life doing what he loved most, photography.
