Sometimes

i see you in the clouds

or in my rearview mirror

walking, 

always walking...

New York, London
 Paris, Lisbon,

those were the places 
we came to know each other.

Walter Earl Cotton

friend

photographer

muse

reader of books and lover of wide open spaces

a man who liked your lipstick and remembered your dress size

letter writer

adventurer, risk taker.

He lived life on his own terms.

Dear Walt, 

I still miss you...

2 August 1946 - 12 February 2008