I was born in March of 1955, Manhattan, NY of Polish/ Jewish/ Survivors. His parents followed the borsch belt to Miami where my father became an itinerant photographer. At first working with a man with a pony, then going from one beachside hotel to another. Sometimes he would go to the local pier for a large shark or fish to drape across his hood so people could have their picture taken with it. It was “Stand here, hand on hip, head back, and say cheese”. Coming back the next day with the proofs in one of those plastic one-eye-peepers and hoping to sell a couple of enlargements. Anything to make a buck (which is what he charged for a one eye peeper). It was a hell of a way to make a living, and it still amazes me that I have this love for photography that I do, unlike my father ever had.