Right after this all started, I got to thinking about FOREVER. And it occurred to me that my daughter would have very few photos of me in her forever. It became my immediate priority to get some good likeness made before I jumped into cancer treatment. I knew the name of a very good photographer, but nothing about her except that she was about my age. She invited me to walk with her and her camera at 5pm when the light is "just right." We met at a coffee shop. What followed was a stoll through an old picturesque part of the city with a fascinating tall woman who talked non stop while snapping pictures of me, the movie star. Self consciousness disappeared because there was no way out. There is more to this story besides great photos. Saved for another day is the story of Danielle, the tall silver haired lady photographer who used to be Dan, the dashing Emmy winning photo journalist who shot pictures hanging from helicopters.