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$15,000 equipping three rooms over the garage as a complete laboratory and developing quarters. He has over $900 worth of lenses.
You have to get a salary of several thousands a week to afford a hobby like that.
Ten years ago his mother bought him a little portable camera. That was when the hobby was born. He immediately took her up on the roof of the apartment house and photographed her, variously. Since then he has been an ardent amateur photographer, dabbling with effects, spending hours making bromo oil transfers. Today he has a German camera, highly valued — one of the best imported— with special lenses, many of them. He exhibits nationally. Internationally, too. In London, New York and Pittsburgh.
For years Rod has been trying to assemble enough pictures — it takes one hundred to make an exhibit — to hold one locally, but as soon as he starts collecting, a friend admires one, another friend fancies a second, and the pictures are soon gone.
Vilma's most prized wedding gift is a hand-tooled leather volume, elaborate letters spelling forth "The Land of Honeymoon." Inside are five or six handsome photographs taken by Rod on their wedding trip to Banff and Lake Louise. Pictures of the bride beside a glacier, bridegroom hastening to her side, just as the time-lever released the shutter. Pictures of the bride, quite alone, gazing pensively at a pine.
" Money could never get her anything like that," explains Rod, "so I worked day and night, but mostly at night, making it as a surprise for her."
The Midnight Bromo Oil
FORD Sterling often works until far into the morning bending over the table in his laboratory, blending softest grays with misty blacks to achieve things of exquisite beauty. He is one of the world's foremost authorities on the art of bromo oil tjransfers, a method of developing that brings forth photographs (Continued on page 8j)
Across the top, two aspects of "The Land of Honeymoon," by Rod La Rocque; and below, Emory Johnson's camera portrait of his two children, Junior and Ellen. Immediately above, another study by Mr. Johnson, to which he has given the title, "Phoebus Rides''
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