It’s Not About the F-Stop

Hey, Dad

This really should be a shared credit with my daughter, Amanda. You’ll see why.

I was in my editing room when I got this phone call.

“Hey Dad, get up on the roof now, with your camera.”

When I got up there, I saw immediately why she called—blood red clouds of a very rare type called “mammatus.”

When I went back downstairs, I thought about the fact that Amanda rarely directs me toward anything visual. She rarely makes me aware of her visual predilections. It is only by wandering into her room that I see the visual favorites that she has up on the walls.

I’m impressed by her choices, they’re quite sophisticated and varied. They include images by Wyeth, Giacometti, Monet, Steve McCurry, Bauhaus posters, old gesture drawings of mine, African ...