Wednesday 7 August 2019

Manos Heredadas de mi Padre Azotadas por el Sol

Autorretrato Gaditano de Medianoche, Principios de Agosto del Diecinueve

Neil y Lindsay Sloman, Verano del Diecinueve

Verano del Diecinueve

Brenda McOuat, April 7, 1955 - April 30, 2012. In Memoriam

Many years after my eyes saw myself reflected in yours I have come to the discovery that you have left this world.

I don’t know if it was pain or shame that brought me to stand before the mirror of time past to dig for memories and feelings long ago discarded from my heart.

I must admit sadness presented itself in the ethereal looking glass of memory and your eyes reminded me again of our lost, neglected, utterly unrealised love. There is a hint of sadness in your eyes rescued from a long neglected image. 

There is now only the time past. And the certainty that death reminds me of what love once was. That, and the unfeasible realisation of long lost dreams.

By Jack Peilow, ten years had passed since...

This shot was part of a series that young Jack did at the time and was entirely related to beards.  Jack went around town asking men to pose...