Paul DeLapa Photography
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Roots
Anyone remember the Brownie Hawkeye box camera? In the summer of 1968, my parents loaned me theirs to take on a Boy Scout trip to Arizona. Somewhere in that trip the back of the camera opened so I didn’t get any images. While disappointing, that first outing with a camera didn't discourage me.
At sixteen I took my first photography class, a summer course at Santa Barbara City College. Here's two prints from those assignments; mom reading on a webbed lounge chair, and my other ready and willing subject, Fred, our family's pet rabbit who roamed the backyard.
My sister Sue and her boyfriend were way into photography. Sue went on to become a photojournalist, and gets credit for inspiring the drive to Los Angeles to purchase my first more "professional" camera, a Pentax ME now tucked safely in a file cabinet drawer below my desk.
