The Cyclist


Now I had an advanced twin-lens reflex, when I was fifteen years old and entranced with what I could do in photography. I was at our annual Halloween parade, and film was slow in those days. My Rollei’s lens was f3.5 and there was no way I could stop the action as the rider on an old-fashioned bicycle whizzed by. I did the only thing I could think of and panned with the action.

It was my first attempt at panning, and it added a new technique to my repertoire. It reinforced the learning process of practice and interpretation. And it early on taught me to get in there and react, not to overthink making an image “perfect.”



The past and the present are closer than we often realize, so I’m going back into the archives to see what I saw long ago. First up is this sampling of my documentary photography, a nostalgic collection of How Once We Looked. I’ve selected images that seem memorable, from the perspective of a life spent pursuing my passion. Here’s how the See-Saw collection now appears on Amazon:

Fine Art Photography and the Photographic Art

Collectors and Photographers:
Please Join Me in Pondering the State of
Photographic Art

My circuitous route through a long career in professional photography has swung back to my roots. So many bloggers are picking up my images.

And curators and collectors appreciate photojournalism as fine art.

There’s a message there!

Hence into the archives I go. I’m digitizing a series of nostalgic images.

Boys at the Wall ©1980 Michael Philip Manheim

It’s satisfying to capture the human spirit, framed in a meaningful composition. I’m fascinated with portraying people relating—to each other, to their surroundings—-in this case a family of Hasidic boys at their lessons with their father at the famed Wailing Wall in Jerusalem.

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