BTW, I think his photographic work tailed off after the 1950's. One might say he was a bit of a "renaissance man"; another might use the term "dilletante".
Some people have jobs George, and succumb to corrupting their artistry for that sake. Barry certainly did have a hiatus from photography in the early 1940s, frivolously flying cargo airplanes through (not over) the Himalayan mountain passes. I wasn't there (hadn't been born yet) but I have heard that was one of the most dangerous things a person could do. What a chump! Bet he missed the best shots of his life doing that.
BTW, please don't bother reviewing my photos. I'm quite sure I qualify for your bucolic dilletante award. Thank you. I'm proud.