To this day I will be thankful about my luck to have met my Rosemary on December 1967. We were married on February 8 of 1968. I can also appreciate that both my mother and grandmother were tremendous women who mentored me into being the person I am now.

It was in the last few years of the 70s that I met an equally amazing collection of women. They were ecdysiasts. They posed for me with patience and not being critical of my then amateur attempts to photograph them. Thanks to them my portraits for my magazine assignments became good ones. These women are all my friends. I marvel at their grace.

One of them is Colleen Hughes. I took photographs of her at her home and at Lighthouse Park. I used Kodak b+w Infrared Film and regular film with my 35mm cameras and with my medium format Mamiya RB-67.  To this day I believe that these photographs are relevant and beautiful.

One in particular is one of my faves. It is one where I classify her as the Patron Saint of Typists. There are others at her home where I experimented with in the spirit of film noir. The photograph of her with her baby son in my tub made it to the back cover of Reader's Digest.