Harry Callahan

Harry was my father's uncle, my grandmother's brother. I think this has had an influence on me. It's difficult to track influences, but I still recall my summer vacation visits with my grandparents and looking, intently at Harry's prints which lined her walls. I won't attempt to convey my thoughts about them.

 my father gave me a print of this image - I think when I graduated from college. It's on my wall and I look at it every day.

my father gave me a print of this image - I think when I graduated from college. It's on my wall and I look at it every day.

 this might be one of my favorite of Harry's images. It's something about the deep black shadows and that light. damn that's nice.

this might be one of my favorite of Harry's images. It's something about the deep black shadows and that light. damn that's nice.

 I never saw this as a print but I'd love to. It reminds me of carnivals and traveling circuses. There is something adventurous and slightly dark. I love this picture.

I never saw this as a print but I'd love to. It reminds me of carnivals and traveling circuses. There is something adventurous and slightly dark. I love this picture.

 This is an image I looked at again and again - and then again as a child. This to me was what I thought love must be. I was maybe 10. Looking at it now, it still somehow pulls my heart strings. So beautiful.

This is an image I looked at again and again - and then again as a child. This to me was what I thought love must be. I was maybe 10. Looking at it now, it still somehow pulls my heart strings. So beautiful.