A few years back I had the opportunity to spend some time with Harry Kalas.
I didn’t grow up in Philadelphia, so his voice wasn’t quite as familiar to me as the majority of people here. Everyone I told about the shoot was so excited for me. I hoped to make a portrait of him that spoke to them.
That day I spent photographing him, I found out how kind he was.
Uncle Harold (as I’ve always referred to him) was born in October of 1915. He has never been married or had children. He has always been noticeably frugal. He lives alone. He rises and falls with the sun. His electricity bill is very reasonable.
A couple years back he asked me to come photograph him for a book he’d like to put together illustrating the exercises he does that keep him so spry. I happily obliged.