With the ring of a phone.
You were off once again.
Responding to a call with camera & lens.
With a click of a shutter.
A flash of a bulb an image is caught.
Another moment frozen time.

Though you are no longer with us.
You have not been for gotton.
Living in mind, memory and shadow within a reflection of a photograph.
Your images have turned to stone never fading.
Holding time in it's place.
So here is something we all would like to say.

Thank You for the memories and for all the times you came out.
On a cold winters night.

Dedicated To: Rudolph Traybold.
              Transcript/NAFD Photographer

Written By: Rick Pennock
            NAFD/Transcript Photographer