Milt's Fotothing

Me . . . but not recently. Time, the creator and destroyer, has taken its toll upon the landscape you see in this picture. It is craggier, with slightly less covering on the top. The dreams in the eyes have turned to reality and future has become the past. Did most of the dreams of this sixteen-year-old come true? No, but for every one that was lost, twenty that could not have been predicted occurred. Back then, he would have quoted Clifford Odet's play, "Golden Boy" -- "Success and fame . . . or just a lousy living?" How about a little of each? He never would have dreamed that he would become a published author. He never would have contemplated what his son and granddaughter would someday become, but more about that in later pictures. He would have predicted that the man grown from the child would have wanderlust. Wanderlust is like a tattoo; it may fade but it never disappears altogether.

I finally understand what is meant by, "The child is father to the man."