Those are some wonderful boats Rob. I’m sure there are some fond memories, despite’s the demise of your friends. You lived quite a life😎
Indeed, there were some very happy years of paid photographic travel (I think we went to every place we wanted to go and a couple we would rather have avoided), lotus-eating and thinking life would never change. Worse, it all became taken for granted, along with everything else. I achieved my life dreams of getting into
Vogue and into calendars; before any of that happened I got the buzz of photographing BB who had been my fantasy. My wife and I had each other, we were in love since schooldays, and we always managed to have enough money to live decent lives, have a car or two and pay the bills with a few pennies in the bank for our old-age. Little did we suspect that one day the banks would decide to stop paying visible interest, that in retirement, stock Kodachromes would become worthless, and relationships with the banks become a matter of withdrawls and redundant pay-in booklets. Then worst of all, she found cancer and in four years was no more.
As a result, my life since then has been one of believing that I am still here for a purpose, but feeling absolutely unable to understand what the hell that purpose might be. Maybe in the end, it's just to create a natural balance of good times and not so good times.
As I might have mentioned before, photography without purpose doesn't quite seem to fit the bill, unless it's just to be the bunny whose battery lasts longest.
;-)