![]() Having fun in Seattle at the Mylio offices with Chris Sanderson and David Vaskevitch Whatever it was, it was time to have fun again and get on with living. This meant that he had defied the odds and thus statistically couldn’t be counted in the normal cancer statistics. He was very proud of the fact that he was now an outlier. Instead, he shared the good news that all the cancer had disappeared. I remember getting a call from him from right outside of the doctor’s office. In April the following year Michael came back to Toronto and visited his doctors. These were really philosophical but in the end we found these chats deeply influencing our photography. Our topics turned from photography and we started to discuss life and death. I made a few visits to him that winter and we did a lot of talking. He was going to go to Mexico for the winter and that was that. He once again shared this with his friends but also decided he was going for quality of life and opted out of the treatments. Then during one of his check ups the doctors told him they found spots again and they wanted to do treatments right away. The two of us sharing a moment in San Miguel, Mexico We did more things together and life was just like it always had been but there was that cloud on the horizon now. The cancer receded and he got his strength back and we marched on. I watched him endure radiation and chemo. It’s a scary thing to hear and even harder to think about. It was a sad day a number of years ago when he shared with his closest friends that he was diagnosed with cancer. There were so many things we did together and so much we talked about. My memories of my friend are many–our long talks, visits to Mexico, sunsets on his roof top patio, and trips to the far corners of the world. You could always count on Michael to be kid at heart I am sort of doing that these days, but I find it a lot harder to give the cool stuff up. It was a sure thing that he would gravitate to whatever was newest and leave the last thing in the dust. He would stick with it for a few days to a few months. During our evening cocktail call he would snicker and say, “Guess what I bought today?” He was always buying a new camera, computer or gadget. I loved Michael because he would always be surprising me with new things. Many others would have walked past these images. That was the fun part of shooting with him because he could see potential shots and capture them. ![]() His head would swivel around always looking and always seeing. Michael was always chasing the light his eyes would dart side to side. Chris, Michael and Kevin having some fun in Chicago ![]() We all knew if you weren’t in the car he would start to yell at you and you might even stand the chance of being left behind. Very cleverly on his part he usually had the keys to the car and many of us would have to give up a shot we thought would be good so we could get back in the car. He moved fast, had a shot in his head and if it wasn’t there he wanted to move on. ![]() As many will attest, Michael could be a pain to photograph with. Together at the last PhotokinaĪ few times a week we would share an evening glass of wine over Skype and catch up on the news of photography, industry gossip, discussions of software, techniques, politics, family and more. In the meantime, we shared our passion for photography and the amazing technology and evolution our art.Īs our friendship grew we spent more time hanging out with each other and talking. Our paths crossed for a reason and we wouldn’t know that reason until several years later. I started to travel a lot with Michael and a number of other good friends who enjoyed photography and all the ‘after talk’ that goes along with it. Along with Chris Sanderson, we were kindred spirits. This day was the beginning of a friendship that continued to grow until his last day. You can read about this spot called Bunny Hollo. We enjoyed the location so much we both wrote about it and it was the first time I ever had my words published on Luminous-Landscape. Michael turned the car around and we drove back to do our first shoot together. As were driving there we passed this really colorful location we both looked at each other, and without saying a word we knew we had the same idea. Michael picked me up to head out to Algonquin Park to test out a new Phase One camera. Within an hour of our first meeting, we knew we had a special friendship developing. Three months ago, Michael Reichmann passed away. Michael and I In Antarctica (no we’re not holding hands), but we were in our element
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