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80
A photographer reaches the age of 80 years.
He is honoured for his work.
Jan van Teeffelen.
A peoples photographer.
I was asked to print one of the pictures I took from him 10 years ago.
I send three images.
The beauty of getting old.
When we met several days ago ( at the place where they were honoring him, exhibtion of images from him, taken by other photographers ) , he saw me and just sayed:”Hi Henk”. We both looked eachother in the eyes and had a time only our heads touching eachother......
It was a special moment. No words, as photography should be.
Still some words attached to this picture in colour (cross-processed):
The eternal value caused by one click,
a Jan ( his name ),
his face hidden behind his eternal eye,
mysticism and realism in one.
Henk