At 5:30 this morning instead of sleeping I was thinking that certain photographs become markers in life and this was the day to talk about that. First the terrible : John Kennedy killed 44years ago..the world changed. Then the wonderful: My family going to the Red Shutter Inn for Thanksgiving dinner 1964 Everybody has special images stored in their brains and those pictures mark a life’s path. Before and after become palpable, as do joy and grief. Somehow, photographs make the remembering easier and that is one reason that I am a documentary photographer.