NANCY JOHNSON
KLOEPFER’S ARTICLE HIT THE NAIL ON THE head. I have a close relative who tries to record every moment of her family’s life on video. I advised her to remember that once one videotapes more than 50 percent of one’s life, it is mathematically impossible ever to view all the tapes.
JERRY EISNER
LIKE KLOEPFER’S CHILDREN, MY TWO KIDS have grown up with the great big glass eye of my camera staring at them. And over the past 18 years, I’ve endured the complaints, wisecracks and funny faces. But the hundreds of prints, countless feet of film and the heavy camera bag I lug everywhere all became worthwhile this past summer. One evening, while our oldest daughter, Elizabeth, was going through some of the many photo albums that fill our bookshelves, she turned to my wife and me, and said with a big smile on her face, ““You know, Johanna and I have really had an awesome childhood.’’ Photographs aren’t just our memories, they’re our children’s memories, too. When we’re gone, our children will be able to remember the family vacations and outings to the local fair, they’ll see their own changes and they’ll know the indescribable joy and love that they brought to our lives. It will be there, in full color, right in front of their eyes. I intend to keep on shooting.
BENJAMIN A. MARVIN
