I think Minor White would have been ecstatic about this photo.
Eric
dear dear Eric... you have taken me to another place with your kind words, for reasons that are deep with me...I only spent two days with Minor, and it had cost me two weeks salary mid -sixties to do so, but has stayed with me as appetite to see from within...
Each of the two afternoons he took the time to speak to each of us one on one. I found myself telling him of the first time I had seen the sea, and how I sat on the cliff looking eastward over the Atlantic well after nightfall, certain that if I stared unblinkingly long enough I might be able to see even the Cliffs of Europe...foolish childhood imaginings. An extremely angered father came searching for me and forbid me to leave the cottage the next day...I sat with my eyes closed and kept seeing out across the sea... I told Minor how that day had stayed with me often to return, especially at times behind the speed graphic trying to allow myself to pull the cover of three or four remaining sheets, fearing that if I did, I would suddenly having looked but not seen still the sought, that it would appear when it was too late...hope this makes sense..somewhat tough to explain.
Looking, not seeing still, knowing from within, squinting through wind teared eyes or my own lashes against the light that seeing was a promise...He told me to keep that with me. I've never forgotten it. And so you touched a soft spot friend, and I thank you for taking me to those days once more...