Kurt Ingham, one of this blog’s regular commenters, passed away yesterday at age 76, of cancer.
Kurt was a strong encouragement to me in my film photography, here, on Facebook, and in email.
We first corresponded back during Operation Thin the Herd, in early 2018, when he bought several of the cameras I decided not to keep in my collection. He got my Konica C35, Polaroid J66, Kodak 35, Ansco B-2 Speedex, Yashica Electro 35, Argus C3, Voigtländer Bessa, and Voigtländer Vito II. I passed on cameras to a lot of people, but Kurt won the prize for taking on the largest number of them.
After that, he sent me emails from time to time when he especially liked something I wrote or something I photographed. We also talked cars — he owned a 1997 BMW M5 and this Mercedes wagon, which sadly did not survive a tree falling on it.
Kurt also sent me good, rational messages in response to my posts during the height of COVID, encouraging me to be cautious but not afraid. I was afraid, at first.
Only of late did I learn that Kurt was a punk rocker back in the day in a band called Chainsaw, and was a championship marksman. Kurt lived a full and interesting life!
Kurt asked nothing of me — he always gave. He was kind and generous, and I’m going to miss his messages.
His wife, rock music photographer Heather Harris, survives. I wish her love and support at she grieves her loss.
