Ken, you changed my life, and I should have thanked you long ago.
I saw you speak in the basement of a New York YMCA sometime in the late 60’s. I was searching for my life’s goals with a camera.
Certainly it was your images, your persona, your humanism…but further, it was something even greater that I can’t quantify.
Perhaps it was the way you shot a candid of a cleaning lady who wandered into the room with pail and mop?
Surely I was impressed, but I didn’t realize how profound your influence was
until I walked the streets of Manhattan the next day.
And as I walk today, you are with me.
Thank you so very much