Focused
I don’t think Bob Jones ever knew I snapped the Kodachrome photograph of him intently focusing and composing on the composition in the Nantahala. Each October for several years we would travel up in his VW orange and white van to photograph fall colors, camping along the way. I’d usually have already found my shots and I’d be waiting, and waiting for Bob to set up the tripod, focus, check the Gossen meter, focus, check the angle, focus, set the Nikon F aperture, focus, check the shutter, focus and take the “damn!” photo.
And we’d move on and repeat the scene. I never saw that many of Bobs photos from those trips. Sadly, due to his trailer not having A/C, mold formed eventually and ruined them, including his lenses.
The saddest day came, when I went to visit Bob, his dementia advanced, he asked me, “Didn’t we used to take photos together?”
Yes, Bob, and I’d give anything to wait for you to focus that scene again.
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