With a cup of coffee in hand and a gentle demeanor, Jack Elder sat down with Humanitou and dipped into the wide range of his life that has led him here, there and, seemingly, everywhere.

Jack, 74, was an Army brat who went to military school. He was a young man who protested a war his dad, a career soldier who would wear a gold star on his uniform, fought in.

He’s a photographer by art, a newspaper writer by trade. He’s the guy you want on your team when a game of trivia pops up, the man with the hands and know-how to get you from point A to B when the car breaks down somewhere between.

Vinyl grooved with rock-n-roll, jazz and blues music lines a shelf at one end of his apartment and still gets play. Philosophy and religion anchor a wall of bookcases. Bags of cameras and boxes of negatives fill another corner wall area of Jack’s apartment.

In this half of a two-part conversation, we focus on Jack’s art of photography.

Read the full story here.

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