It was saucer-sized, its plush, velvety petals curled over the rim of a small vase. It had been plucked from the bush that morning. The color: mauve? brownish pink? The exact shade is hard to remember, let alone describe — a color I’d never seen before.
It was a lover’s rose, placed on our neighbor’s kitchen counter to welcome her home.
“Ivy,” she breathed.
“Ivy,” also known as Ivan Massar, was a photographer, neighbor, and a friend, beloved by all. He passed away over the weekend. He was 89.
I feel lucky to have known him, and regret not knowing him better.
He left many important and beautiful images behind. Please take a look.
Suddenly Jamie (@suddenlyjamie) said:
So sorry for your loss, Judith. His images are beautiful. There is something magical about black and white. Thank you for sharing.
Kathleen Volp said:
I am sorry to hear that Ivan has passed. His photos are absolutely remarkable.
Ann E. Michael said:
What subtle observations in his photographs. Thank you for introducing us to his art! And how lovely to have known and cared about the person he was.
Ivan’s photography is just lovely. Thank you for sharing, and telling me a bit about him. So sorry for your loss, but how blessed to have known him.
Yes, thank you Cheryl. We do feel blessed to have known him… and he documented so many important events!