When we moved from Pullman to Richland in 1974, one of the first things my dad did was to build a darkroom in our basement. 

I thoroughly enjoyed the whizzing of the motorized enlarger, the smell of the chemicals, and slowly watching an image appear on the photo paper.

My dad was a very good photographer and was constantly learning new things about digital photography. He traveled to over 55 countries and got some great photos. I was able to join him for two trips, one to Banff and one to the Grand Tetons.

I have acquired all of my father’s photography equipment since he passed away and hope to enjoy this hobby and get better at it.

Below are some photos from my dad and other random photos from my childhood and travels.