What a lesson in understanding the mechanism of memory and the everlasting power of the soul!
All presented in the form of a newspaper found behind a drawer in a family room. One never remembers the people but the emotions are intact.
I'm like some of the others, such an adoring fan it gets ridiculous. Seeing a new essay by you is like getting a new great photography book in the mail. I know i will have something new and exciting to peruse for days. This has been a joy.
You must be tiring of my praise and admiration? Well tough luck for you matey, because if you are tiring of my adulation and respect your future looks bleak.
I have just looked through your essay again with good friend Antony Osler, a Buddhist monk/Zen teacher/sheep farmer/magistrate, author of two wonderful books that make me feel exactly the way your photographs and essays make me feel. Antony loves the pictures in this essay John, and the words, and he shares with me in this appreciation and thank you.