I have been sorting my late husband’s “stuff”, to give away to charity, to his blood family (he is survived by a half-sister and a son he had with his first wife), and some for me to keep as a memory. I have come across many bad family photos from the times of film: rolls and rolls of terrible images one can hardly tell what they are about. Most of them were taken before he and I met, I guess by my husband himself, and they all go to the extended family.
Among the piles of memories, however, I found five black and white film photos of my husband, J.F., which I really like and will keep, three of which I share here. I think they were all taken by the same photographer, one of his closest friends at the time, L.B.
Last June, my husband and I went visit an old friend of his, W.R., in Denver, and she had, on her walls, a few other portraits taken by L.B. They are all excellent and soulful. His style is very consistent. The three of them, W.R., L.B. and J.F. were good friends and lived in the Shenandoah Valley, VA, for many years.
Those three photos above were taken before I met my husband for the first time, in 2002. I really like the images; they captured his immutable essence, and the one with the child clearly shows his deep affection for his son, which I had the opportunity to witness in the 20 years we were together. These images are candid, and natural. I love the grain, the deep black shadows, and the softness. Not only they leave me with a wonderful memory of my other half, but they are also a work of art.
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