Cameras have been a part of my life from the moment I first blinked my eyes – though the truth is ... at first I didn’t pay much attention to them!
Every time, we’d complain, “Oh pleeease!” But when I’d put on my cowgirl hat and strum my ukulele, there he’d be ... clicking away! He'd take us to cold, cold Lake Superior ... and keep us there till we turned blue almost ... so that HE could get just the right shots.
In the ’70s, I traveled a lot ... to far-away places such as Siberia and China. A friend lent me a camera – a Pentax K1000 – to take along. I barely knew where the shutter button was. I just looked at the exotic new world around me and clicked away.
And I surprised myself! Turns out, I brought home some pretty neat images.
That was it! I was changed forever.
I said to myself:
I HAVE to make this my life.
It was there that I first saw the astonishing images of Frances Benjamin Johnston, a pioneer female photographer who had also shot in the Willard Hotel 75 years earlier. She had donated her life’s work to the Library of Congress.
Well, that was it!
42 years later, my collection at the national library that we treasure has grown to 65 thousand images, taken in every state. They’re yours to study, use as you please, and enjoy.
This is important work, I think – capturing our moment in time, just as Frances and Dorothea Lange and others did in theirs.
I am living my dream,
all across our
Sweet Land of Liberty
— Carol M. Highsmith