I have always been attracted to photography as a creative vehicle, but poems and stories lured me early and sustained my interest. I somehow never did realize that frequent daydream of a darkroom, and having my films developed at the corner drugstore was usually a disappointing experience.
During the 1960's, I lived and traveled five years in Europe without a camera. Instead of touristy snapshots, I sketched landscapes in Ireland, England and Holland, and later painted streets scenes in Portugal and Malta. Photographs of some of these efforts are included in this website - they record not only my eccentricities but hopefully highlight the style I held at that time in my life.
I reacted negatively to early digital technology, believing it to be too consumer-driven and gimmicky. Then one day - on July 25, 2007, to be precise - a friend showed me how to operate his point-and-shoot camera. The tiny buttons instantly mesmerized, and the long list of options found in the camera's menus sent me rollicking into one of the grandest adventures of my life. The very next day I hurried into town and purchased an eight-megapixel Nikon Coolpix.
Not one word chased my ballpoint pen for the next two years, and I was in the middle of a novel and had researched enough material to begin a new biography - those interested can find a listing and description of my nineteen books at www.johnwade.com. Flat on my back, I photographed trees; on my hands and knees, I stalked insects in flowerbeds and between blades of grass. Dozens of books on digital photography and scores of magazines were brought home, read several times and underlined. I soon had a Nikon D80, followed by a D300, and my present arsenal includes a D3 with an assortment of lenses.
Being flexible, updating and taking pride in gear, avoiding the deadly sin of being judgmental, and daring to break every imaginable rule - these are some of the pursuits I do my best to follow while making pictures. I have no advice, no expertise to offer, but should someone ask me what is the best chance of achieving dignity, and sharing delight in any art or craft, I would say in the long light of my eighty-two years: Be as you are and follow your bliss.