I have always been interested  in it.  I used to have a professional photographic studio many many years ago where I shot models.  I was one of the best photographers in the city. (even got compliments from Karsh)  We even had our own makeup artist and hairstylist on site.

I have been doing photography for over 30 years and since the digital camera came out, I have been getting lazy with the creativity. 

When I was a kid I did some work with Super 8 (which is 8mm Colour movie film) but it took a lot of time and results were difficult. I made a film called "Me Myself and I"  where I plaed every character, in the 10 minute film and I hot it all myself too. Though people were impressed, namely my uncle in New York ,a film producer, who told me I have talent and not to stop.  But I did and did not pick it up until the digital age, many years later.

I started with titling as my uncle said, "it is difficult to keep people interested when the titles are running."

My Uncle was John Gati - Not the mobster! The short animated film producer.

He told me an interesting story once.

There was a kid who kept on coming over where I was teaching at Cornell University, and bugging me to see his work.

Each time, but I told him I had no time.  But he was persistent and kept bugging me and bugging me and bugging me.  One day he was waiting for me outside of class, and asked me one more time. 

I figured I would get rid of the kid quick, and see his work.  I was completely astonished at what I saw. It is the best thing I've ever seen. 

  And though, my uncle assured me  that it has nothing to do with his advice, he told the kid that he can't stop you must continue to do what he is doing.  He was made to do this kind of work my uncle said.

Who was the kid?  Spielberg!  Now that's a great story  and true.  '

After a story like that,  I should continue?  Though I am no  Spielberg, I love film,  I love comedy and I love to put together.     But just for my customers.

It was his dieing wish, that his sons (my cousins and I would get along) And I went  to New York or a Bike-a-thon and I was hoping to  get together with them, but my cousin s made no effort to get together with me.  It was a the only time I heard my Uncle cry and apologize  for his "stupid" sons.  I never saw him again.  He died soon after that.  I am equally an "idiot" because I should have made more of an effort to see John one last time.  It made me realize more than ever, how imperfect we really are.