Yet it was obvious from the photographs that they were important members of Lewis’s circle of family and friends. Once they mattered; now they were forgotten, reduced to anonymous traces on photographic paper. Their memory and identity had simply faded out of history, like the ink on a piece of writing paper being washed away by a spilled glass of water. Memory is fragile. We are so easily forgotten. Lewis is one of the few who have left footprints on history—footprints by which he will be remembered.
