Hilary in Kerrisdale 80s

One of my ever present thoughts is how when we experience any kind of event we never think on how we will see it years later in our memory. Luckily I have few regrets on any of those past memories. My consideration is a philosophic one re Heraclitus who stated we could never place our hand on a rushing river on the same spot twice. I am sure it must have occurred to him that he could have run quickly in the direction of the river and perhaps touch that spot again.

For me I look at my photographs of the family and remember the situation in which I took them and now as I look at them again I get that so frequent thought in my head that the memory will not return.

This is why I purposely bent the little photograph of Rosemary and me taken by my compadre Andrew Taylor at the Botanical Garden of the University of Mexico in 1969. It is impossible to eliminate that crease as it is to return to that moment in time.

I am enclosing a photograph of Rosemary and our first daughter Alexandra, a Polaroid snap of Rebecca wearing glasses with me for a show I had at the Patrich Gallery so many years ago.

The photograph of Hilary as a young girl in the shadows of our Kerrisdale home on 5909 Athlone reminds me that thanks to the pushing of the Vancouver Magazine art directors Rick Staehling and Chris Dahl I was always looking a photo opportunities at home of the family.

Those moments will definitely not return. I wonder (but it is becoming so much less important from one day to the next) what is going to happen to my huge file of family photographs, slides, negative and prints? Will anybody care?