The wisdom of the recently and dearly departed portrait artist Stan Burns. Stan was one of my dads pack of friends. These men and their wives survived the battles of a world war and then went on to build the Boise we now love. Boise high grads of the early forties they made Boise what it is.
To the unenlightened, Stan Burns took pictures, protraits mostly. His image of my dad Don is one of the mental images that come to mind when I reminisce about my father. His portraits of the each of the governors line the capitol. From classmate Frank Church to my senior picture, Stan's lens found your essence. He was a true master.
As I became an adult I was lucky enough to know Stan and wife Mary Lou as friends. His wit was sharp and dry, but he could sure make you smile. I will miss you Stan. Hope you and dad are having a cheap scotch, and you had to buy!