(uh . . the guy on the right. That's John Wayne he's chatting up)
. . . the pensive photographer on a picnic in the 1970's . . .
. . . would some day years later become this . . .
Yes, back in the day, Timmer was my television news photographer in Phoenix.
But a move to Denver, some 40 years of aging, a necktie and a haircut turned him into a respected vice-president on the verge of retirement.
I look at him now and marvel at what the years have done.
(p.s. He's a grandfather, too, but he's still one of my old pals.)
6 comments:
Time flies, doesn't it?
Nice.
Steve
A great piece, about a great guy who has been a stalwart pro. One of the old school!
I look at photo's of me 45 years ago, tall, slender, not a fleck of grey. Seems like I'm looking at someone else's life. I do like that in my dreams occasionally I can still dunk a basketball.
When I put on my contacts, then look in the mirror I'm amazed at the wrinkled old face staring back at me.
I do enjoy your throw-back shots. Time flies.... My dad would say that all the time and now I know what he meant.
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