My father introduced me to 35mm slides, which is what these images are. Slides were initially intended for projection onto a screen in front of a large audience. And, in the ‘60s and ‘70s, a large audience is what my family was. Five kids, Jill next door, Mom’s relatives, and anyone else who made the mistake of approaching our porch, we shared our slides like Reg Fleming shared his hockey stick—in your face.
One of my fondest memories of my father is how he trusted me, at a very early age, with the handling of these delicate film products. Even though he was the primary photographer, and he funded their development, Dad always made me feel like those slides belonged to us all.