I've been looking at a book of Yousuf Karsh's portraits that I recently bought at a used bookstore. Yes, they are posed -- sometimes in a rather cliched way -- and many are so familiar it's hard to view them with fresh eyes, but I think the man was a genius. When he captures a subject's soul, you know it. It's like a light shining from within. To me, his portraits of artists are among his best.

So tonight I'm sitting in our living room looking at Karsh's photographs. Every time I look up, there is my Eddie sitting in his old leather chair with one side of his face in shadow and the other highlighted by the lamp. It takes me awhile but I finally wake up to the fact that a Karsh moment is right before my eyes. What you see here is just one of my efforts to show the essence of this man I've loved for over 43 years. Such a gentle spirit.