Found this while sorting through a stack of oldies. It struck me that more than most, this image lives on two entirely separate planes of existence. Here on Terra it exists as a period artifact that could only have been created during a certain few years of the twentieth century. But in its perfection, like Keats' Grecian Urn, it vibrates eternally on the Astral plane and so it will even 'when old age shall this generation waste'. It is one of the great blessings of photography that only a few recognized artists are widely collected, leaving gems of this caliber to be scooped off the dollar table at the church fair at 1:30 in the afternoon.

J