I first
photographed Kay when she was 22. Now that she is 61 she consented to pose for
me.
In the
language of the 21st century these are not nice pics. They are
lovely photographs which I took (and did not capture). Kay is beautiful. She is
not still beautiful.
When my
74 year-old-Rosemary parades around the bedroom without any clothes, she is not
the woman I married 50 years ago. Neither am I. That is certain.
Our 21st century esthetic
will accept lines on an old man as being character lines. But if I show those
lines on a woman’s face they are character assassination.
Kay is
beautiful. And that is just the way it is. So there.
