It was about 1965 or 1966. We were hiking in the Wasatch Mountains. I was there with Cory Massey, Vaughn Brady, Dave Love and Scott Campbell. Life was simple then. We had just pulled some kind of naughty prank. Our worry back then was if Russia would launch nuclear missiles at us. The Civil Rights Movement had started, but we didn’t know much about it. LBJ was president. There was a war in Vietnam, but at that point most of the country supported it.
Life changed. Now, almost fifty years later, most of our parents have died. Both Vaughn’s and Scott’s fathers had been killed in car accidents. Vietnam had come and gone. 9/ 11 is a decade in the past. All of us are grandparents. Life doesn’t have that same happy magic. What has changed?
I’ve tried to give the illusion of the light going from the left to the right. Shadows are blue, light has a yellow tint. The background is vague to give the feeling of long ago . . .