letting the days go by
For those who’ve asked to see a picture of my father as a man after seeing his portrait as a boy, here he is with a Nikon F/Tn, Nikkor-H 28mm f/3.5 lens, and a Cuban cigar – confiscated, no doubt, as it came across the Ambassador Bridge from Canada (Canada was not just north, but also east and south of where I was born). At one time, my dad was an undercover grand-jury investigator specializing in rigged elections and dirty politicians: he knew a lot of vice cops who had a lot of Havana cigars. He was a big guy, with plowboy hands large enough to palm a Nikon (that’s no doubt one reason, among several, why this shot has always reminded me of Guston’s brilliant œuvre of 1969: The Studio, City Limits, Riding Around…).
I’m thinking I took this with an S3 and a Nikkor-P 10.5cm lens, looks like at close to its minimum focusing distance. The 10.5 is a Sonnar clone, and I favor Sonnars for portraits.