A Small Circle of Friends

My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night.
But ah, my foes,
and oh, my friends...

It gives a lovely light!

Maybe there is a time in everyone's life when the light shines clearly, brightly, warmly.

For me this occurred in the late 1960's in New York City. I lived, worked and played with some very special friends. Their essence, of course, is no different from your own crowd.

These photographs are a personal sketch pad of those incredible times.

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