I look with sadness at these pictures which I look at every once in a while. I found these youngsters on the beach of Punta del Este, Uruguay in the late 80s when Mark Budgen and I were assigned by Toronto based magazine Vista to do pieces on Argentina and Uruguay. I feel a melancholy when I look at them because I know that the fresh look of youth of this bunch must by now be almost gone and worse of all unnamed as I never wrote their names down. There is a loneliness in their expression that haunts me, perhaps more so because of these cold and gloomy days of a rainy Vancouver winter.
