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I had the amazing opportunity to work for Michael Kenna during 2001 and 2002. He was definitely not the photographer mentioned in the earlier post. As beautiful as his images are, they’re nothing compared to the man who takes them. Michael is an amazing person and if you subscribe to the adage that good things happen to good people, Michael is the only proof you’ll need to state your case.

I mostly worked on Michael’s prints, getting them ready for sale or exhibition. Michael does all his own printing. And it is his fine art black and white prints that have brought him world wide recognition. And I can’t say this enough, deservedly so.

But occasionally, Michael has been know to take on a commercial job, mostly for the auto industry. And as it so happened, he was doing a job for Mercedes-Benz and needed a second assistant. Here’s where the story gets better, his first assistant was one of my dearest and closest friends, Rolfe Horn. So I’m working with Rolfe for Michael shooting a Benz out in the middle of the Tehachapi Desert. One day we finish pretty early and Rolfe makes the suggestion we take the cameras out and take some of our own images. I was all in until I remembered I left my camera bag back at the hotel.

Michael reaches into his camera bag, pulls out one of his Hassey’s and says, “Need some film?”

This was taken that night, with Michael’s camera.

I met Rolfe Horn in the summer of 1993. I was just about to start my second term at Brooks and entered class that day high on a cloud. I had survived the first term, made a bunch of new friends and had this feeling that everything I wanted was slowly and methodically being laid at my feet. I guess you could say I floated into that BA-2 class.

The way Brooks is run is a little different than most college systems. Before you even begin class, you’re asked to make a choice between the 2 different programs offered; still photography or motion/film. I chose still and because of that, I would progress through lower division with the other students I started with (I think there were 11 of us) who selected the same program. This created a tight knit group of fellow students who’d go through all the ups and downs of a very intense program together.

So on that first day of BA-2, it was a little bit of a surprise to see a new face in class, a face belonging to someone who’d not been there with the rest of the class during BA-1. The face belonged to Rolfe. Being technically sound, he advanced placed into our class, and first thought was, who does this guy think he is?

But something inside said put that B.S. aside and introduce yourself, invite the guy to your party Friday, introduce him to the rest of the gang, be an ambassador, be cool. And I did, and Rolfe has been one of the greatest friends I could have ever hoped to have. The only thing I’ve ever questioned is why he only advanced placed into BA-2. Looking at his work, I’m surprised they didn’t just hand him an honorary degree and save him the 3 years of time and tuition.

I’m truly thankful though that fate, or the gods, or whatever you subscribe to, placed him in that class at that time. As I said, the way the school ran it’s lower division programs, we’d spend the next year and a half together and in that time, I leaned on Rolfe more than any decent friend should, but without fail, 100% of the time, when I needed anything, anything, Rolfe was there to give it. Knowledge, tri-pods, Polaroids, mat board, rolls and rolls and ROLLS of Velvia, laughs, kindness and a friendship that has lasted 14 years.

In the time since we graduated, Rolfe has been my neighbor, mentor, best man, Godfather to my daughter, critic, darkroom enabler, DOA combatant, trip guide, fellow farmer, sounding board, life preserver, shuffleboard teammate, and dearest friend.

Whenever I look at this picture (that’s Rolfe on the left, Keith Nordahl in the center and Jim Hughes on the right) I think of his place on Grand Avenue where this was taken and how, indeed, everything was laid out at our feet. And how it was Rolfe who showed me the value and the gift of sharing it with your friends.

Please, if you haven’t already, take a look at Rolfe’s amazing photography. The story of how Rolfe became the King? A story for another time.

I am pretty fortunate to have some amazing photography on my walls. I’ve acquired the images in my collection through a variety of ways. Some were gifts, some were bought, and some I got in college from the amazing collection of photographers I went to school with.

The image I’ve chosen to use as the first photograph in this thread happens to be a gift from an amazing photographer I went to school with.

There are times in your life, that years later you look back on and realize you had no idea how amazing your life was at that time. Lucky for me, college wasn’t one of those times. And I have Rolfe Horn to thank for it. More on Rolfe later, but for now I just want to thank him again for my print of Higher Ground. Thanks King.

For more of Rolfe’s amazing imagery check out his website f45.com.