I had just purchased my new Petri 35 MM and began shooting photos of everything around. How fortunate to have captured what I consider is one of the best photos I shot during the time I spent in Japan in the early 1960s.
Color film was sky high back then and the way to get around it was through slides. Somewhere, in a box or large metal container there is an entire collection of slides I have yet to find. Honestly, after nearly fifty years, there are still a few items I have yet to unpack. Some of the items are tiny memoirs, others are programs from exhibits attended.
Somewhere among my old keep sakes are programs of events attended. There is a Chagall Exhibit program; it was a great exhibit and one I enjoyed with a young lady who loved art as much as I did. Sometime, perhaps, I will take time to find some of those other old items. Perhaps not.
Some items, like people, remain as young as they were when they were last seen, one of the truths about romance that defies the passage of time and keeps memories as young as springtime.
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