Back in July 1969 I set up my cheap Russian SLR in front of my parents’ black & white TV and photographed a fuzzy image of Neil Armstrong descending the ladder of Apollo 11’s Lunar Module. This was the only way I could capture the moment for myself. Cutting out pictures from the next day’s newspaper simply wasn’t good enough for the fledgling geek. Those 35mm Ektachrome slides are buried somewhere in my loft but the memory remains. From Apollo 8, I had followed the mission to land a man on the moon (and return him safely to earth) and to my schoolboy eyes, those first steps were the absolute pinnacle.
Thank you for the memory, Neil Armstrong. Good job.