It all started 50 years ago, in 1969, at the University of California in Berkeley. I was majoring in Psychology and trying to go to a class, and here comes this huge lumbering helicopter above me, with the National Guard tossing tear gas canisters toward me. I was caught up in another student demonstration against the Viet Nam war. So I ran and took cover in the student hall parking garage. I saw a door with a sign "Darkroom", and ran in. There were prints on the wall - striking images of California and the West - in artistic black and white. Another door opened into a darkroom where a group of people were making these prints - in the dark, with enlargers and chemical trays. Suddenly, it struck me that this is what I really wanted to do. I was hooked. I graduated with a Bachelors degree in Psychology, chucked it , shocked my parents, and became a free-lance fine art landscape photographer.