This image is not often far from my thoughts. Artistically dramatic, representative of a place and time now both physically and theoretically gone it captures a moment when two lives met briefly then parted to divergent paths. I know the rest of the story for the handsome sailor, my father, and the then beautiful city of Port-au-Prince in the country of Haiti, but the story of the little boy is lost to us. Was it lost to him? Does he still live a story?

Just like the search for the kissing couple in Times Square celebrating the end of WWII, or the green eyed girl on the cover of National Geographic I search in my mind's eye for this little boy. I wonder. I hope.